The Banshees of Inisherin (2022) Movie Script
[SOFT FOLK MUSIC PLAYING]
[SOFT FOLK MUSIC
CONTINUES PLAYING]
[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
[SONG FADES]
Colm?
Are you coming out
to the pub, Colm?
It's 2:00, like.
[CLOCK CHIMES TWICE]
Will I see you down there, so?
I'll see you down there, so.
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING]
What are you doin' home?
Brother?
What are you doin' home?
I knocked on ColmSonnyLarry.
He's just sitting there.
Sitting there doin' what?
Sittin' there doin' nothing.
Smoking.
Was he asleep?
He was smoking, Siobhan.
How do you smoke
in your sleep, like?
Have ye been rowing?
We haven't been rowin'.
I don't think we've been rowin'.
Have we been rowin'?
Why wouldn't he
answer the door to me?
Maybe he just doesn't
like you no more.
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING]
Pint, Jonjo.
Is Colm not with you?
No.Colm's always with you.
I know. Did you
not knock for him?
I did knock for him.
Well, where is he?
Just sittin' there.
Sittin' there doin' what?
Sittin' there doing nothin'.
Smokin'.
Have ye been rowin'?
I don't think we've been rowin'.
Sounds like ye've been rowin'.
It does sound like
we've been rowin'.
Will I try him again?
That'd be the best thing.
Officer Kearney.
Never says "hello."
Never fecking says "hello."
[OPERATIC GOSPEL MUSIC
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]
Colm?
[OPERATIC GOSPEL
MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]
Colm?
The door was open, Colm.
Colm?
Where the hell are
you headin' off to?
MAN: Everybody?
JONJO: No, this is true.
He scored six points
from open play.
[MEN LAUGH AND
TALK INDISTINCTLY]
He was barely
the size of a dwarf!
This is true!
[MEN LAUGH AND
TALK INDISTINCTLY]
Howdo. MAN: Howdo, Padraic.
Sit somewhere else.
Huh?
Uh... But I have
me pint there, Colm.
He has his pint there, Colm,
from when he came in and
ordered his pint from before.
Okay.
I'll sit somewhere else, so.
MAN: Are ye rowin'?
I didn't think we were rowin'.
Well, ye are rowin'.
Well, ye are rowin'.
He's sittin' outside
on his own like a
whatchamacallit.
It does look like we're rowin'.
Well, I suppose I'd
best go talk to him, so.
See what all this
is fecking about.
MAN: That'd be the best thing.
Now I'm sittin'
here next to you,
and if you're goin' back
inside, I'm followin' you inside,
and if you're goin' home,
I'm followin' you there, too.
Now, if I've done
somethin' to ya,
just tell me what
I've done to ya.
And if I've said
somethin' to ya,
maybe I said somethin' when I
was drunk, and I've forgotten it,
but I don't think I said somethin'
when I was drunk, and I've forgotten it.
But if I did, then
tell me what it was,
and I'll say sorry
for that too, Colm.
[FALTERS] With all
me heart, I'll say sorry.
Just stop running away from me
like some fool of a moody schoolchild.
But you didn't say
anything to me.
And you didn't
do anything to me.
That's what I
was thinking, like.
I just don't like you no more.
You do like me.
I don't.
But you liked me yesterday.
Oh, did I, yeah?
I thought you did.
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYS]
Padraic.
Dominic.
What's the matter with ya?
There's nothing the matter
with me, for God's sake.
DOMINIC: Look at this I found.
A stick with a hook.
What would you
use it for, I wonder?
To hook things that were
the length of a stick away?
Where you goin'?
PADRAIC: Down here.
DOMINIC: As good a plan as any!
Have you any fags? No.
Uh, you do. You
always have fags.
ColmSonnyLarry's at Jonjo's
handing out a rake of fags.
Whoever's in the mood for one.
Is he? No!
[MUTTERS UNINTELLIGIBLY]
You're behavin' awful unusual.
[DOOR CLOSES]
What are you doin' here?
Was the pub closed?
No, it was open.
Anything in the paper?
Just the Civil War still.Ugh.
A bad do.
Mrs. McCormick's comin' over
later, Padraic. I couldn't avoid her.
I don't know if you're gonna be
in or out, but you're usually out.
Am I?
You are. Yeah, you know you are.
I don't care, Siobhan.
This is your house, too.
[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]
[BIRDS SQUAWK]
Is it six years since your
mammy and daddy died, Siobhan,
or is it seven years
since they died?
It's coming up to eight
years, Mrs. McCormick, aye.
Is it comin' up to eight years?
Doesn't time be flyin'?
Aye, when you're havin' fun.
Oh, be off to the
pub now, Padraic,
if you're gonna be annoyin' us.
I don't have to be down
there every night, do I?
[SCOFFS]
ColmSonnyLarry's
scared him off, I suppose.
What did you hear
of ColmSonnyLarry?
Didn't you and he used
to be the best of friends?
We're still the best of friends.
MRS. McCORMICK: No,
you're not. Who says we're not?
She says.
Ah, for God's sake, Siobhan.
I said nothing of the like, Mrs.
McCormick! I was just chatting.
Now, you go off
to Jonjo's, Padraic,
and don't be getting
under our feet.
Sure, Mrs. McCormick never gets
a chance to come over for a chat.
She never gets a chance
'cause you avoid her.
I do not avoid her!
You hide behind walls if
she's coming up the road.
[DOOR OPENS]I do not!
H... hide behind walls.
[DOOR SHUTS][SIOBHAN SIGHS]
[CANNON AND RIFLE
FIRE IN DISTANCE]
Good luck to ye.
Whatever it is
you're fightin' about.
[FOLK BAND PLAYING LIVELY MUSIC]
I didn't hear there
was to be a session.
Last-minute thing.
Colm decided.
All the ladies love Colm,
you know. Always did.
Yeah? That's not true.
[DOOR OPENS]
You're still barred,
Dominic! Out!
You said barred until April.
What are we now?
April.
Well, put that stick
outside anyways,
and don't be
bothering the women.
There's women?
There is women.
And good ones.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
[MIDTEMPO BANJO MUSIC PLAYING]
Well, I took out my dog
And him I did shoot
All down in
the County Kildare...
If we sat next to Colm, the
women would have to talk to us too,
and then we could get at
them with our small talk.
I'm happy enough
sittin' here, now.
Are ya, yeah?
Are ya happy enough, yeah?
So fill up your glasses
With
brandy...[DOMINIC GROANS]
I can't stand the maudlin ones.
Play somethin' dancey, Colm!
To dance to.
And not have that mope whining.
[RESUMES PLAYING SAME SONG]
So be easy and free...
Here, amn't I in enough trouble
with him without your mouthing?
What trouble in
are you in with him?
Uh, he just...
doesn't want to be
friends with me no more.
What is he, 12?
[ALL SINGING ALONG]
Why does he not want to
be friends with you no more?
[SONG ENDS]
[APPLAUSE]
[DOOR CREAKING]
Shh.
[WHISPERS] Daddy'll kill us if we
wake him when he's been wanking.
[FLOOR CREAKING SOFTLY]
You won't get into trouble
for taking his poteen?
I will get into trouble,
but fuck it.
I saw cannon-fire and
rifle-fire on the mainland tonight.
Did you see it?
That'll be the Civil War.
I know that, sure.
Me, I pay no attention
to wars. I'm agin 'em.
Wars and soap.
I tell you this much.
We're good at
chatting, aren't we?
Me and you?
Your sister, does
she like to chat?
Not as much as most
women, but she'll chat, like.
She more likes reading.
Reading?
Feckin' hell.
Reading.
And did you ever see
her with no clothes on?
I didn't.
Did you not, and
you her brother?
Not even as a child?
I don't like to be chattin' about
these types of things, Dominic!
What types of things?
Sisters with no clothes on!
You saw my daddy
with no clothes on.
And till the day I
die, I'll wish I hadn't.
Sure, don't I know it.
The tiny, brown cock on him.
[PADRAIC SIGHS]
What's the matter with him?
Maybe bad news he's had?
Daddy?
No, ColmSonnyLarry.
Didn't I tell ya I'd
be off if you went
whining about that
lummox one more time?
I tell ya, it didn't look like
he had bad news tonight.
It looked like a weight was
lifted from his shoulders tonight.
[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]
[COWBELL JINGLES]
[COWBELL JINGLING]
[CHUCKLING SOFTLY]
[COWBELL JINGLING]
Just bringing me cows past.
What?
I was just bringing
me cows past.
I wasn't, you know, trying to...
You don't usually
bring them this way.
I don't, but then
the little fella
took a fright at a hen
on the corner, so...
I only...
[CHUCKLES]
I only just saw what month
we changed to yesterday.
More fool me?
Changed to April.
So, will I be callin' for ya
on me way to the pub later?
I will so.
Anyways,
I better chase after these goons
for they're gettin'
away from me.
Maybe they don't like
me no more neither.
See you at 2:00, so, Colm.
Why don't you come
down for a sherry later?
There's no need to be
stuck inside on a nice day.
I will so.
How's the book?
It's sad.
Sad?
Well, you should read
a not sad one, Siobhan,
else you might get sad.
SIOBHAN: Hmm.
Do you never get
lonely, Padraic?
Never get what?
[SIGHS] Lonely.
Do I never get lonely?
What's the matter
with everybody?
Jesus.
"Lonely." Fecking hell.
[OPERATIC MUSIC
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]
Colm?
[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]
[SIGHS]
PADRAIC: Pint, Jonjo.
[SOFTLY] How's he seem?
Grand, I think.
With me, anyways.
What are you doing?
Oh, so you're gonna be
an eejit again today, is it?
Amn't I allowed to have a
quiet pint on me own, Padraic?
Well, don't ask a man to call up
to ya at your fecking house, so,
like he has nothing better
to do with his fecking time.
I didn't ask you to call
up to me at me house.
And you do have nothing better
to do with your fecking time.
Huh?
You do have nothing better
to do with your fecking time.
I know I've nothing better
to do with me fecking time,
but there's better things I could
be doing with me fecking time
than to be calling up to ya
at your house, Colm Doherty!
Like what?
Huh?
Like what else
could you be doin'?
Reading.
Reading, yeah?
Me, this morning...
this I wrote.
[PLAYING MELODIOUS TUNE]
Tomorrow, I'll write
the second part of it.
And the day after, I'll
write the third part of it.
And by Wednesday, there'll
be a new tune in the world,
which wouldn't have been
there if I'd spent the week
listening to your bollocks,
Padraic Suilleabhain.
So, do you want to
take your pint outside,
or do you want me to
take my pint outside?
I'll take my pint outside,
'cause it's a shite
tune anyways,
I wouldn't bother with it.
[EXHALES SHAKILY]
I was too harsh yesterday.
Yesterday, he says.
I know well you was
too harsh yesterday.
And today.
I just, uh...
I just have this tremendous sense
of time slippin' away on me, Padraic.
And I think I need to
spend the time I have left
thinking and composing.
Just trying not to listen
to any more of the dull things
that you have to say for yourself.
But I'm sorry
about it. I am, like.
Are you dying?
No, I'm not dying.
But then you've loads of time.
For chatting?
Aye. For aimless chatting?
Not for aimless chatting.
For good, normal chatting.
So, we'll keep
aimlessly chatting
and me life'll keep dwindling.
And in 12 years, I'll die
with nothin' to show for it
bar the chats I've had
with a limited man, is that it?
I said, "Not aimless chatting."
I said, "Good, normal chatting."
The other night, two hours
you spent talking to me
about the things you found in
your little donkey's shite that day.
Two hours, Padraic. I timed it.
Well, it wasn't me little
donkey's shite, was it?
It was me pony's shite, which
shows how much you were listenin'.
None of it helps me,
do you understand?
None of it helps me.
We'll just chat about
somethin' else then.
[SIGHS]
What's the matter with ya?
Nothin'.
Aren't we going for a sherry?
Don't feel like it.
No, I'm not having
this again today!
Hey! What the hell's going on
with you and me fecking brother?
Don't come in here
shouting the odds at me
in the middle of the fecking
day, all right, Siobhan?
You can't just all of a sudden
stop being friends with a fella!
Why can't I?
Why can't ya?
Because it isn't nice.
Do you want a sherry, Siobhan?
No! Righty-ho.
Has he said somethin'
to ya when he was drunk?
No, I prefer him
when he's drunk.
It's all the rest of the time
I have the problem with.
What's the fecking matter, then?
He's dull, Siobhan.
He's what?
He's dull.
But he's always been
dull. What's changed?
I've changed.
I just don't have a place for
dullness in me life anymore.
But you live on an island
off the coast of Ireland, Colm.
What the hell are
you hoping for, like?
For a bit of peace,
Siobhan. That's all.
For a bit of peace
in me heart, like.
You can understand
that. Can't ya?
Can't ya?
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING]
Do you think I'm dull?
No. 'Cause you're
not dull, you're nice.
That's what I thought. I
mean, I'm a happy lad.
Or I was.
Till me best friend started
acting the gilly-gooly.
It's him, Padraic.
Maybe he's just depressed.
[WHISPERS] That's what I
was thinking, that he's depressed.
[NORMALLY] Well, if he is,
he could at least
keep it to himself, like.
You know, push it
down, like the rest of us.
[COWBELL JINGLES]
No, Jenny! [SNAPS FINGERS] Out!
[COWBELL JINGLES]Out!
She just wants a bit
of company, Siobhan.
Animals is for
outside, I've told ya.
[CHUCKLES LIGHTLY]
And people don't be laughing
at me behind me back,
do they?
No. Why would they be?
They don't think
I'm dim or anything?
Dim?
No.
You don't seem
very sure about it.
Of course, I'm sure about it.
Dominic's the dim one
on the island, isn't he?
He is, aye. By miles.
Uh, hang on, by miles.
And then, who's
the next dimmest?
Well, I don't like
to judge people
in those terms now, do I?
In what terms? In
order of their dimness.
Well, I know you don't.
And neither do I, do I?
But try, like. No!
I won't try.
There's enough judgy people
on this fecking island, so no!
You're not dim!
You're a nice man,
all right? So, move on!
I'm as clever as you, anyways.
I know that at least.
[UNDER BREATH] Yeah,
don't be fecking stupid.
Huh?
[BELL TOLLING][PEACEFUL
MUSIC PLAYING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[PEACEFUL MUSIC
CONTINUES PLAYING]
What happened to you?
Me daddy discovered
the poteen situation.
SIOBHAN: Oh, Jesus, Dominic!
You poor thing, ya.
What the hell was
he hittin' you with?
A kettle was the final thing.
I wouldn'ta minded,
but for the spout.
Do you want a ride to church?
Uh, feck them gobshites!
Dominic!
But could I stay the
night with ye the night?
Just for the one night, like?
SIOBHAN: Mm...
Well, just the one night, mind.
Nice! I'll see ye
for supper, so.
[CHUCKLES] Whoo-hoo!
[PRAYING IN LATIN]
[GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING]
[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]
Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.
It's eight weeks since
my last confession, I think.
Go on, Colm.
[SIGHS] Just the
usual, I suppose, Father.
The drinking and
the impure thoughts.
And a bit of pride, I suppose.
Although I never really saw that
as a sin, but sure I'm here now.
And
how's the despair?
Not so much of it
of late. Thanks be.
And why aren't you talking to
Padraic Suilleabhain no more?
That wouldn't be a sin,
now, would it, Father?
It wouldn't be a sin, no, but
it's not very nice either, is it?
Who told you?
It's an island, Colm.
Word gets around.
Also, Padraic asked
me to put in a word, like.
I see.
So...
It isn't him you have the
impure thoughts about, is it?
Are you joking me?
I mean, are you
fecking joking me?
People do have impure
thoughts about men, too.
Do you have impure
thoughts about men, Father?
I do not have impure
thoughts about men.
And how dare you say that
about a man of the cloth?
Well, you started it.
Well, you can get out of my
confessional right now, so you can.
And I'm not forgiving
you any of these things
until the next time, so I'm not!
Well, I better not be dying in
the meantime then, eh, Father?
I'll be pure fucked!
You will be pure fucked!
Yes, you will be pure fucked!
Pint, Colm?
If you don't stop talkin' to me,
and if you don't
stop botherin' me,
or sendin' your sister or
your priest to bother me...
I didn't send me sister
to bother you, did I?
She has her own mind.
Although, I did send the priest
though, you have me there.
What I've decided to do is this.
I have a set of shears at home.
And each time you
bother me from this day on,
I'll take those shears
and I'll take one of me
fingers off with them.
And I'll give that finger to ya.
A finger from me left
hand. Me fiddle hand.
And each day you bother me more,
another I'll take
off and I'll give ya
until you see sense
enough to stop.
Or until I have no fingers left.
Does this make
things clearer to ya?
Not really, no.
Because I don't want
to hurt your feelings, Padraic.
I don't, like.
But it feels like the drastic
is the only option
left open to me.
You've loads of
options left open to ya.
How's fingers the
first port of call?
Please, don't talk to me
no more, Padraic. Please.
I'm begging you.
But... JONJO:
Shush, like, Padraic.
Just, you know, shush,
like. Yeah, I'd shush, like.
I will shush.
Except me and me
sister were thinking
[SOFTLY] you might just
be a bit depressed, Colm.
And I tell you this much,
fingers just confirms it.
Don't you think, Colm?
Starting from now.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
Well, I never heard the like.
I never heard the like. He
must really not like you, Padraic.
Fingers!
Jesus. He's serious, lads.
JONJO: He is serious!
You can see it in
his eyes he's serious.
Just because he
thinks you're dull.
That's going overboard!
Who told you about the dull?
Well, I overheard it.
Like, what was I supposed to do?
I don't think you're dull.
And jeez, if I was to
cut something off meself
for every dull person that came
in here, I'd only have me head left.
Do you think I'm dull, Gerry?
No.
That said,
I did think the two of ye always
made a funny pairing, like.
No, we didn't.JONJO:
Yeah, ye did.
Ye did. Obviously, ye did.
'Cause now he'd rather
maim himself than talk to ya.
Colm was always
more of a thinker.
Huh?
Why's every... I think.
Ah, you don't, Padraic.
You don't, Padraic.
Your sister does.
Your sister does, aye.
Siobhan does. You're more of a...
You're more of a... What is he?
You're more one
of life's good guys.
You're more one of
life's good guys, aye.
Apart from when you're drunk.
Apart from when
you're drunk, aye.
I used to think that'd
be a nice thing to be.
One of life's good guys.
And now, it sounds like
the worst thing I ever heard.
Ah, don't take it
like that, Padraic.
Don't take it
like that, Padraic.
We're on your side.
[GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING]
What are you smiling at?
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
What's this mope so mopey
for? He's just a fecking man, lads!
A fat, ginger man!
Ay yi yi.
I'll tell ya this much. Ye
two are awful mopey hosts.
Luckily, you won't have to put
up with us more than one night, so,
and try eatin' with
your mouth closed.
Where are we now, France?
Will you tell him, Padraic?
Aye, stop being a little
fecking bollocks, Dominic.
No. Just about the mouth thing.
Colm Doherty and
his fat fecking fingers.
He probably
wouldn't even be able
to cut through the
blubber on them fingers.
Would you not want him
to have to do the one finger
to see if he was bluffing, like?
No, we wouldn't.
That's what I'd have him do,
I'd have him do the one
finger to see if he was bluffin'.
'Cause worst comes to worst,
he can still play the fiddle
with four fingers, I'll bet ya.
Or the banjo.
We don't want any of that.
We just want nothing
to do with him no more.
You don't. This gom does.
I am a gom, is right.
You're not a gom![DOMINIC SIGHS]
DOMINIC: Jeez.
This is a depressing house.
Would you prefer your own, so?
I've heard it's a barrel
of fecking laughs.
Well, touche.
Too what?
Che. Touche. It's
from the French.
And how is it, Siobhan,
that you was never married?
It's none of your
fecking business
how I was never fecking married.
How isn't it?
How isn't it?
Was you never wild?
Wild? Was I never wild?
I don't know what you're
talkin' about, Dominic.
Wild, how? Angry?
'Cause I'm gettin'
angry now, I can tell ya!
Not angry. Wild.
You just keep
sayin' wild, Dominic!
Wild! My brother
told you, didn't he?
That you'd be out in the road
if you started
talking stupid to me?
He said creepy, not stupid.
Well, you've failed on
both counts, haven't ya?
I have.
I'm off to bed and he's not
stayin' here another night, Padraic.
I don't care how
depressed you are.
I'd rather have the donkey in.
[DOOR SHUTS]
Foiled again.
But "faint heart" and all that.
Here.
Ye two, ye'll be all right.
Will we be?
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING]
[CLICKING TONGUE]
Hello there, Mrs. O'Riordan,
I've the milk outside for ya.
So, it's the two weeks
you owe me for now, I think.
Nobody has a lick of news
for us from your side
of the island, Padraic.
Are you going to be
the same as them?
I am, Mrs.
O'Riordan, I'm afraid.
And I'm in a bit
of a rush, so...
Eileen Coughlan had no news.
Vincent Shaughnessy had no news.
It was a poor old week for
news. But then it is, sometimes.
ColmSonnyLarry, he had no news.
Did he not?
That man never talks.
Eh, he talks
sometimes. Up himself.
Aye, aye, anyways, so, it's the two
weeks you owe me for now, Mrs. O'Riordan.
As I was sayin'.
[REGISTER DINGS]
Ladies.
Oh, it's Peadar.
Peadar always
has a rake of news.
What news have you,
Peadar? PEADAR: News, is it?
Fella killed himself,
over Rosmuck way.
Walked into a lake for himself.
Twenty-nine and nothing
wrong with him, the fool.
God love us!
PEADAR: No, not
"God love us." Fool!
Another fella,
Protestant, of course,
stabbed his missus
in Letterkenny.
Six times he stabbed her.
Good God! And
did she die, Peadar?
She did die, aye.
It wasn't with a spoon
he was stabbin' her.
That's a lot of news.
This man has no news,
don't ya not? No-Newsy!
[PEADAR LAUGHS]
Stukes never have news.MRS.
O'RIORDAN: Stukes!
[LAUGHS] Funny.
There was a bit of news I
remembered, Mrs. O'Riordan.
Dominic Kearney's father
beat Dominic senseless
with a kettle Saturday,
and is staying with me
and me sister, Dominic is.
So, at least his father'll
take a bit of a break
from his beatin' of him.
And him, a policeman.
Isn't that news?
Ar, that Dominic's
an awful little bollocks.
That's no news.
Still, he was in a bad way
when I came upon him.
I'd beat him with a kettle
meself if I wasn't old.
It's news is all I'm sayin'.
That's no news.
That's shite news.
Okay, so, Mrs.
O'Riordan, thanks for the...
I'll see ya when I see ya.
[DOOR THUDS, BELL RINGS]
[BIRDS SQUAWK IN DISTANCE]
[THUDS]
And you can tell that
skitter of a son of mine
he'd better be home by teatime,
or it's over to batter
the both of ye I'll be,
and your dreary
fecking sister, too!
[GROANS]
Oh, hello there, Colm.
Will I see you at Jonjo's
tonight for that pint you owe me?
I owe you no pin...
You will, Peadar.
Good man yourself.
[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]
[SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES]
[SOBBING]
Whoa, stand.
Stand.
[MELODIOUS FIDDLE MUSIC PLAYING]
[EXHALES]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING]
[WHISPERING] What's that, Jenny?
Will we go to the
pub for ourselves?
We will. Come on.
One drink you're havin',
lady, then it's off home with ya.
I've a shirt that wants
ironing for the morning.
Okay, Daddy.
Aye. Off to the mainland
in the morning I'm headin'.
That's why I need
the clean shirt, like.
"And why are you off to the
mainland in the mornin', Peadar?"
Oh, thanks for asking,
Colm. I'll tell ya why.
They've asked for extra manpower
for a couple of the
[WHISPERS] executions
[NORMALLY] in case
there's any kind of a to-do, like.
Six bob and a free
lunch they're payin' me.
And sure I'd have
gone for nothin'.
I've always wanted to see
an execution, haven't you?
Although, I'd have
preferred a hanging.
Who are they executin'?
The Free State lads are
executin' a couple of the IRA lads.
Or is it the other way around?
[SCOFFS]
I find it hard to
follow these days.
Wasn't it so much easier when
we was all on the same side,
and it was just the
English we was killin'?
I think it was. I preferred it.
But you don't care
who's executin' who?
For six bob and a
free lunch, I don't care!
They could be executin'
you. [CHUCKLES]
Why don't you come with me?
You could write a miserable
feckin' song about it.
Nah, I'm only messin'.
[MUFFLED FOLK MUSIC PLAYING]
Who are them?
Music students, I think,
from Lisdoonvarna.
[TALKING INDISTINCTLY]
Another whisky, anyways, Jonjo.
Jeez, you're goin' at it at a
fair old lick tonight, Padraic.
Yeah? What's it to ya?
[DRUM INTRO PLAYS]
[PLAYING TRADITIONAL
MARCH MUSIC]
Padraic, don't now...
Go get Siobhan,
Dominic, would ya?
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
PEADAR: What are
you after, gobshite?
Another beatin', is it?
You, copper, I'm allowed
to chat to you, aren't I?
It's just tubbyguts I'm
not allowed to talk to.
Actually, no, I'd rather
you didn't talk to me neither.
Oh, well, anyways,
do you want to know what the
three things that I hate the most
on Inisherin is? Not really.
One,
policemen.
Two,
pudgy fiddle players.
And three... [VOICE CRACKS]
Wait, I had some funny
thing for three. What was it?
Uh, I'll start again. One, um,
policemen.
Two...
Pudgy fiddle players.
PADRAIC: Pudgy fiddle players.
And shite, what was three?
Go on back to your own gang
now, Padraic. I'm serious, now.
[SHOUTING] Serious, are ya?
[MUSIC HALTS]
And talkin' to me, are ya?
DOMINIC: Siobhan!
Padraic's out of his brains
on whisky, and Colm's there.
You'd better come.
You, Colm Doherty, do you
know what you used to be?
No, Padraic, what
did I used to be?
Nice!
You used to be nice!
Didn't he not?
And now, do you
know what you are?
Not nice.
Ah, well,
I suppose niceness doesn't
last then, does it, Padraic?
But will I tell ya
something that does last?
What? And don't say
somethin' stupid like music.
Music lasts. Knew it!
And paintings last.
And poetry lasts.
So does niceness.[DOOR OPENS]
COLM: Do you know
who we remember
for how nice they was
in the 17th century?
PADRAIC: Who? Absolutely no one.
Yet we all remember
the music of the time.
Everyone, to a man,
knows Mozart's name.
Well, I don't, so
there goes that theory.
And anyway, we're
talkin' about niceness.
Not whatsisname.
My mammy, she was nice.
I remember her.
And my daddy, he was
nice. I remember him.
And my sister, she's nice.
I'll remember her.
Forever I'll remember her.
COLM: And who else will?
PADRAIC: "Who else will" what?
Remember Siobhan
and your niceness?
No one will.
In 50 years' time,
no one will remember any of us.
Yet the music of a man
who lived two centuries ago...
"Yet," he says,
like he's English.
Come home, Padraic.
I don't give a
feck about Mozart,
or Borvoven,
or any of them
funny name feckers.
I'm Padraic Suilleabhain.
And I'm nice.
SIOBHAN: [WHISPERS] Come home.
So you'd rather be friends
with this fella, would ya?
A fella who
beats his own son black
and blue every night
that he's not fiddling with him.
I never told him that, Daddy.
He's... He's just drunk now.
You used to be nice.
Or did you never used to be?
Oh, God.
Maybe you never used to be.
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
I'll have a word with him, Colm.
You don't need to
do anything drastic.
He won't be
botherin' you no more.
That's a shame.
That's the most
interesting he's ever been.
I think I like him again now.
[MAN CHUCKLES]
It was the 18th
century, anyway. Mozart.
Not the 17th.
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
[RAIN PATTERING]
[GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING]
[SIGHS]
Siobhan Suilleabhain!
Well, well.
I only came in for
rashers, Mrs. O'Riordan.
I've no time to
talk, I'm afraid.
Letter came for ya.
Fell open, did it?
Aye, in the heat, I suppose.
[SIGHS]
A job offer, is it?
A job offer from a library
on the mainland, is it?
Just the rashers, please, Mrs.
O'Riordan. About ten of them.
You never tell me anything!
Well, it'd crucify
him, your leaving!
Hey, no one's leaving!
Listen, I didn't
come down to chat.
I just came down to
say that all that last night
was just the
whisky talkin', Colm.
All what last night?
All whatever it
was I was sayin'.
What were you sayin'?
Uh... Yeah. I can't
remember much of it,
but I remember the
gist of it wasn't the best.
You always know, don't ya?
Well, anyways, I just
wanted to say I was sorry.
Will we leave it at that?
Why can't you just
leave me alone, Padraic?
PADRAIC: Huh?
I've already told ya, haven't I?
Yeah, I know. I was just...
I mean, why can't you
just leave me alone?
What are ya doing? I don't know.
For fuck's sake, like.
How... How's the new tune?
What?
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
Ar, for God's sake, Padraic.
How many more times?
I am not putting me donkey
outside when I am sad, okay?
Well, stringy bits of
shite I had to pick up
yesterday when ya let her in!
There was no stringy
bits in that donkey's shite.
There was bits of straw,
if there was anything.
Maybe it was straw, so.
[SIGHS] I'll get
us our porridge.
Was I awful last night?
No, you was lovely.
Well, I know I wasn't lovely
now, Siobhan. [CHUCKLES]
You were lovely.
About me, anyways.
Of course I was
lovely about you.
What else is there
to be about ya?
[SIOBHAN CHUCKLES]
[DOOR THUDS]
[SOFT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
What was that? A bird?
What was what?
The bang at the door.
A bird?
Aye.No.
What was it, so?
The bang at the door? Aye!
What was the bang
at the door?[SCOFFS]
It was, uh...
hard to lie...
it was, uh...
[HESITATES] a finger.
[CHUCKLES]
A what?
Finger.
[SHRIEKS]
Jesus, Siobhan! You'll
frighten the little fella!
Throw it out, Padraic!
I'm not throwing his
finger out! It'll get dirt on it!
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Where... Where'd you put it?
Shoebox.
Oh, my. Oh, God.
Well,
he's serious, then.
[PLAYING MELODIOUS TUNE]
Do we have to have it in
here while we're eating?
Once I finish me porridge,
I'll bring it back to him.
[SCOFFS]
[CHUCKLES IN DISBELIEF]
Are you feckin' stupid?
I mean, are you feckin' stupid?
No, I'm not feckin' stupid.
We've had this discussion.
You've got to leave him
alone now, Padraic. For good!
Do you think?
Do I think? Yeah, I do think!
He's cut his feckin' finger
off, and thrown it at ya!
Come on! It wasn't at me.
Well, what are we going to do?
We can't keep a man's finger.
[DOOR SHUTS]
[RIFLE FIRING IN DISTANCE]
Jesus, Colm!
Did it hurt?
[SCOFFS] Hurt awful to begin
with. Thought I was going to faint.
It's funny, feels fine
now, in all the excitement.
Would you like a cup of tea?
I won't, Colm. I only came
up to give you your finger back.
Oh, yeah?
Thanks.
Cleared up quite nice, actually.
And you wouldn't
have thought it would.
What do you need from him, Colm?
To end all this?
Silence, Siobhan.
Just silence.
One more silent man
on Inisherin, good-oh!
Silence it is, so.
This isn't about Inisherin.
It's about one boring man
leaving another
man alone, that's all.
"One boring man"!
You're all fecking boring!
With your piddling
grievances over nothin'!
You're all fecking boring!
I'll see he doesn't
talk to you no more.
Do.
Else it'll be all four of them
the next time, not just the one.
You're not serious.
Well, that won't help
your fecking music.
Aye.
We're gettin' somewhere now.
[CHUCKLES] I think
you might be ill, Colm.
[CHUCKLES LIGHTLY]
Do worry sometimes I'm
just entertaining meself
while I stave off
the inevitable.
Don't you?
No, I don't.
Yeah, you do.
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING]
[MELLOW MUSIC CONTINUES]
COLM: Declan!
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]
[DECLAN LAUGHING]
[INDISTINCCONVERSATION CONTINUES]
Howdo!
Howdo!
Do you want a ride?
I will so.
Thanks, fella!
[CLICKS TONGUE]
Oh, no, you're not that student
fella from Lisdoonvarna, are ya?
I am. I'm Declan.
Why?
They told me at the
post office to try to find
that student fella,
Declan, from Lisdoonvarna.
Yeah, a telegram came for ya.
From your mammy.
My mammy is no longer with us.
Not your mammy, sorry. [FALTERS]
Did I say your mammy?
Your auntie. Yeah, your auntie.
It's about your daddy.
What about Daddy?
Uh, bread van crashed into him.
The bread van? Yeah.
They said you'd best hurry home
to him, lest he should die all alone.
Die?
Or get worse, all alone.
This is impossible.
It's not impossible.
Bread vans crash
into people all the time.
I know!
That's how me mammy died.
[JUMPS OFF]
If it's the same fecking
bread van, I'll kill them.
[TUGS REINS]
Thanks.
What were you talking
to the boat fella for?
For none of your fecking
business, I think it was.
Of course, it's me
business. Aren't I the law?
[SOFTLY] Fecking knob.
Huh?
Well, you can tell that
whiny brother of yours
I'll be around soon for
that battering I owe him.
A battering?
That'd be good, actually. It
might take him out of himself.
Huh?
You're an awful strange lady.
No wonder no one likes ya.
[PEADAR CHUCKLES]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[FOOTSTEPS FADE]
[GASPS] Oh.
Hello there, Mrs. McCormick.
A death shall come to
Inisherin afore the month is out.
A death, huh?
Maybe even two deaths.
Well, that'd be sad.
We shall pray to the Lord
'tis neither you, nor poor
Siobhan, will be either of them.
Well, is that a nice
thing to be sayin'?
I wasn't trying to be nice.
I was trying to be accurate.
[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]
[SOFTLY] Fecking hell.
[SORROWFUL CLASSICAL
MUSIC PLAYING]
[SIOBHAN CRYING SOFTLY]
What's the matter?
Nothing.
[SNIFFLES]
[SIOBHAN BREATHING SHAKILY]
[SORROWFUL CLASSICAL
MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]
[DOMINIC SIGHS, MUMBLES]
Me daddy say he's
gonna kill you Sunday
for spilling the beans
about that fiddling with me.
[SCOFFS]
"Kill me," kill
me, or, you know,
"beat me up a bit," kill me?
"Beat you up a
bit," kill ya, I think.
Although he did kill a man once.
I'm sorry for that spilling
the beans on ya, Dominic.
I was out of order that night.
You was funny
apart from that bit.
That's why I don't understand why
that fat fella threw the finger at ya.
He seemed fine when
you were slagging him.
He did not.
Did he?
"That's the most interesting
Padraic's ever been," he said.
"I think I like him again now."
Aye.
Maybe this whole thing has just
been about gettin' you to try a new tack,
start standin' up
for yourself a bit.
Do you think?
Yeah, and be less
of a, you know,
whiny little dull-arse.
Well, I have been less of a
whiny little dull-arse, actually.
Have ya, yeah?
Just yesterday, there
was this musician fella
that Colm was getting
along great with.
And what did I do?
I went and sent him
packing from the island.
Did ya? How?
I told him a bread van
crashed into his daddy,
and he'd have to be rushing
home to him, lest he die.
Oh...
That sounds like the
meanest thing I've ever heard.
Huh?
Well, aye, it was
a bit mean, but...
he'll be fine once he gets home
and he finds his daddy
hasn't been hit by a bread van.
I used to think you
were the nicest of them.
Turns out you're just
the same as them.
I am the nicest of them.
Ar, Dominic, now!
Well, maybe I'm
not a happy lad, so!
Maybe this is the new me!
Aye.
Maybe this is the new me.
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]
DOMINIC: Howdo![GASPS]
Jesus Christ, Dominic!
Would you ever stop
creeping up on people?
You almost gave me
a fecking heart attack!
I wasn't creeping up on ya.
I was sidling up on ya.
Between you and
that ghoul, Jesus!
I always call her a ghoul,
too, because she is a ghoul.
Jeez, we have a lot in
common, don't we? Me and you.
Calling old people
ghouls and that.
[SIGHS] It's a great
old lake, isn't it?
I'm glad I caught you, actually.
Because there was somethin' I
was wantin' to ask ya, actually.
And discovering how
much we have in common,
well, it just makes me
want to ask you even more.
We don't have
anything in common.
Uh, don't skip ahead.
But yeah, what I was
wantin' to ask you was...
Somethin' along the lines of...
Should've planned this, really.
Well, yeah, what I was
wantin' to ask you was...
You probably wouldn't
ever want to, I don't know,
to fall in love with a
boy like me, would ya?
Oh, Dominic, I
don't think so, love.
No, yeah, no. Uh,
I was thinking no.
Not even in the future,
like? Like when I'm your age?
Yeah, no, I didn't think so.
Just thought I'd ask on
the off chance, you know,
like, "faint heart" and
that.[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Well, there goes that dream.
Well,
I best go over there and do whatever
that thing over there I was gonna do was.
Mm-hmm.
I walked from Mallow Town
To Aghadoe, Aghadoe
I took his head from
the jail gate to Aghadoe
Come on, Sammy,
you have to dance too.
Like an Irish king
he sleeps in Aghadoe
[DOOR SLAMS OPEN]
How are you, fatty?
Dancing with your dog, is it?
Well, who else is
gonna dance with ya?
Your poor dog has
no say in the matter.
And if you're too rude
to be offering me a seat,
I'll be taking one
of me own accord!
Now, how's that
for an old hello?
Have you gone fecking mental?
Have I gone fecking mental?
No, I haven't gone
fecking mental, actually.
Not only have I not
gone fecking mental,
but I have ten fingers to prove
I've not gone fecking mental.
How many fingers do you have to
prove you've not gone fecking mental?
Nine fingers.
And nine fingers is
the epitome of mental.
That's right. The epitome!
Heh. There'll be none of
that! I didn't come here for licks!
I came here for
the opposite of licks.
What's the opposite of licks?
Huh?
What did you come here for?
I didn't come here
for anythin', did I?
I just came to kick your door
in and give you a slagging.
Well, you've done
that, so you can go now.
Haven't finished yet, have I?
Well, I finished with your door.
I haven't finished
with your slagging.
We were doin' so well, Padraic.
I wasn't doing so well.
I was doing terrible.
All right, I was doin' so well.
Yeah, well, it can't all
be you, you, you, can it?
Yes, it can.
There's two of us in
this. No, there isn't.
It takes two to tango.
I don't want to tango.
Well, you danced with your dog.
[CLICKS TONGUE]
Talkin' of tangos, how's
your new tune comin' along?
[SIGHS] I just
finished it, actually.
Just this morning.
No, Colm, that's great, like!
That's why I was
dancing with me dog.
I don't usually
dance with me dog.
[CHUCKLES] There's no
harm dancin' with your dog.
I'd dance with me donkey
if I knew how. And she did.
Is it good?
Your tune?
Mm, what's it called?
"The Banshees of
Inisherin," I was thinking.
But there are no
banshees on Inisherin.
I know, I just like the
double S-H sounds.
Aye.
There's plenty of
double S-H on Inisherin.
Yeah.
Maybe there are banshees, too.
I just don't think that they
scream to portend death anymore.
I think they just sit back,
amused, and observe.
Portend?
Yeah.
I keep having thoughts about
playing it for you at your funeral.
But that wouldn't be fair
on either of us, would it?
[GULPS]
Well, that's great that you
finished your tune, Colm.
That's more than great.
That's...
really great.
[COLM SIGHS]
[SIGHS] So, do you want to
meet me down the pub, Colm?
We could celebrate
your tune, like.
[CLOCK CHIMES TWICE]
Only if you'd like, like.
But I could run up
ahead. Order them in.
Why don't you do that, Padraic?
Why don't I run up...
and order them?
Well, I will so.
Jeez, that went well!
And maybe on the way,
I can find that student friend
of yours, that Declan fella!
I told him his daddy was
dying, so he'd feck off home
and leave us alone,
but there's no need now!
Sure he could join us.
[PADRAIC CLEARS THROAT]
[EXHALES, SNIFFS]
What are you sitting over
there for when I'm over here?
Just thought I'd have a
sit for meself, you know.
Wait for me friend.
Are you fecking joking me?
Your four-fingered friend?
I mean, are you
fecking joking me?
No, I'm not fecking joking ya.
He just needed a bit
of tough love was all.
[BARKING]
[CLOCK CHIMES FOUR TIMES]
[JONJO SIGHS]
[FOOTSTEPS OUTSIDE]
Siobhan, do you want a sherry?
No.Righty-ho.
What are you doin'?
Me? Yes, you.
Nothing. Just drinkin'.
Not waitin'? Not waitin'.
Well, he is waitin', Siobhan.
He's waitin' for Colm Doherty.
I amn't waitin'.
He just told me he was waitin'.
Telltale!
Come home with me, Padraic.
I've somethin' to discuss with ya.
You've somethin'
to discuss with me?
That sounds, uh...
I don't want to
discuss somethin'.
Well, ya have to,
'cause I'm leavin'.
Leavin'?
Like leavin'?
Like...
not staying?
Yeah.
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
[DOOR THUDS]
[DOOR THUDS]
[SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES]
But what about me?
What about you?
I'll have no
friends at all left!
You'll have Dominic. Ah here!
And he's gone off me now, too.
What kind of a place is it when
the village gom goes off ya?
And who's gonna do the cookin'?
Oh, that's your first question, isn't
it? "Who's gonna do the cookin'?"
Well, it wasn't me
first question, was it?
"But what about me?"
was me first question.
[SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES]
[SIOBHAN GASPING]
Padraic.
Padraic!
PADRAIC: Now? But
you can't be leavin' now!
I can be leavin' now. [SNIFFLES]
I can't be waitin' round for
any more of this madness!
What the hell did you
say to him, Padraic?
Nothin' really.
[SCOFFS]
Well, I'd sort of had a
chat with Dominic earlier.
[FALTERS]
And a new sort of,
you know, standin' up for meself
sort of tack we thought I should try.
God!
It was all going fine until
he chopped off all his fingers.
[SNIFFLING, BREATH SHUDDERING]
Me books wouldn't fit.
Would you look
after them for me?
Ar, don't go, Siobhan.
They're all I have, really.
Apart from the obvious.
[BREATH SHUDDERS]
[CRIES]
You'll be back soon,
won't you, Siobhan?
[CRIES] Oh, Padraic!
Don't say, "Oh, Padraic."
Say yes.
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]
[SEAGULLS CALLING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC CONTINUES]
[MUSIC FADES]
[SOFT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[EXHALES HEAVILY]
[SNIFFLES]
[SMACKS LIPS]
Ah, Jenny.
[SNIFFLING]
[BREATHES SHAKILY]
[SHUDDERS]
[SIGHS]
[SNIFFLING]
Oh.
[MELANCHOLY
OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[SIGHS]
I don't want to talk.
Don't go killin' his dog now.
And don't be puttin'
things in me head
that weren't there in
the first feckin' place,
you feckin' nutbag!
[CHUCKLING] "Nutbag!"
[BROODING MUSIC PLAYING]
What would I ever hurt you for?
You're the only
nice thing about him.
[LIVELY FOLK MUSIC PLAYING]
[SCATTING ALONG TO MUSIC]
[COLM LAUGHS]
How are you, Padraic?
You're lookin' well.
That's lovely, lads.
I don't need your
apologies, all right?
It's a relief to me.
So, let's just call it quits
and agree to go our separate
ways, for good this time.
Your fat fingers killed
me little donkey today.
So, no, we won't call it quits.
We'll call it the start.
You're jokin' me. Yeah, no.
I'm not jokin' ya.
So tomorrow, Sunday,
God's day, around 2:00,
I'm going to call up to your
house and I'm gonna set fire to it,
and hopefully you'll
still be inside it.
But I won't be
checkin' either way.
Just be sure and
leave your dog outside.
I've nothing against that gom.
Or you can do whatever's
in your power to stop me.
To our graves we're taking this.
To one of our graves, anyways.
PEADAR: Here.
I've a bone to pick
with you, dreary.
Is that little gobshite of
mine at your place again?
Leave him, Peadar.
His donkey's just died.
Did he?
The little miniature fella?
Well, Jesus, boys,
I'll tell ya this much...
Two o'clock.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[SOMBER MUSIC
PLAYING][BELL TOLLING]
[PRIEST PRAYING IN LATIN]
[PARTITION SLIDES]
[CLICKS TONGUE SOFTLY]
I killed a miniature donkey.
It was by accident...
but I do feel bad about it.
Do you think God gives a damn
about miniature donkeys, Colm?
I fear he doesn't.
And I fear that's where
it's all gone wrong.
Is that it?
Is what it?
Aren't you forgetting
a couple of things?
No, I think I've covered it.
[SIGHS] Wouldn't you say
punching a policeman is a sin?
Ah here.
If punching a
policeman is a sin,
we may as well just
pack up and go home.
And self-mutilation is a sin.
It's one of the biggest.
Is it?
Self-mutilation, so
you have me there.
Multiplied by five.
How's the despair?
It's back a bit.
But you're not gonna
do anything about it?
I'm not gonna do
anything about it, no.
[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]
SIOBHAN: Dear Padraic,
I am safely ensconced in the
mainland and, Padraic, it's lovely here.
There's a river running
past my window as I write,
and the people already
seem less bitter and mental.
I'm not sure why, but I think it's
'cause a lot of them are from Spain.
Mostly, I wanted to say there's a
spare bed here for you, Padraic.
And with the war almost over, I
think there'd be work for ya here.
Because there's nothing
for you on Inisherin.
Nothing but more
bleakness and grudges
and loneliness and spite
and the slow passing
of time until death.
And sure, you can
do that anywhere.
So come, Padraic. Leave there.
Dominic can look after Jenny
and the rest of your animals.
They could move into
the house together.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
Hut!
SIOBHAN: So come
now, Padraic, please.
Before it's all too late.
[SENTIMENTAL
OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[CLOCK CHIMES TWICE][PANTING]
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]
[COWBELL JINGLES]
[SCRATCHING ON DOOR]
[SNAPS FINGERS]
PADRAIC: Dear Siobhan.
Obviously, I don't know
what "ensconced" is,
but I thank you for the offer of
the free bed and the whatnot.
But I won't be takin'
you up on it, I'm afraid.
As I told you, me
life is on Inisherin.
Me friends, me animals.
Even now as I write,
little donkey Jenny is
looking at me, saying,
"Please don't go,
Padraic. We'd miss ya."
And nuzzling
me, the gilly-gooly.
Get off, Jenny.
MRS. McCORMICK: Psst!
PADRAIC: In other news,
in sadder news, actually,
I won't be able to ask
Dominic anything, I'm afraid.
Because they found him
in the lake this morning.
I suppose he must've
slipped and fell in.
So, there'd be no one to take
care of the animals, anyway.
[GLASS SMASHING]
No other news, really.
Except that I love you, Siobhan.
And I miss ya.
And I hope I'll see
ya again someday.
If you ever come back home.
Come back home, Siobhan.
Yours sincerely,
your loving brother...
Padraic Suilleabhain.
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
[BARKS]
[WAVES CRASHING]
Suppose me house makes us quits.
If you'd stayed in your house,
that would've made us quits.
But you didn't, did ya,
so it doesn't, does it?
I'm sorry about your
donkey, Padraic.
Honestly, I am.
I don't fucking care.
Haven't heard any rifle fire
from the mainland in a day or two.
I think they're
coming to the end of it.
I'm sure they'll be at it again
soon enough, aren't you?
Some things there's
no movin' on from.
And I think that's a good thing.
Padraic.
Thanks for lookin' after
me dog for me, anyways.
Any time.
[SCATTING]
[SENTIMENTAL
OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[SOFT FOLK MUSIC
CONTINUES PLAYING]
[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
[SONG FADES]
Colm?
Are you coming out
to the pub, Colm?
It's 2:00, like.
[CLOCK CHIMES TWICE]
Will I see you down there, so?
I'll see you down there, so.
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING]
What are you doin' home?
Brother?
What are you doin' home?
I knocked on ColmSonnyLarry.
He's just sitting there.
Sitting there doin' what?
Sittin' there doin' nothing.
Smoking.
Was he asleep?
He was smoking, Siobhan.
How do you smoke
in your sleep, like?
Have ye been rowing?
We haven't been rowin'.
I don't think we've been rowin'.
Have we been rowin'?
Why wouldn't he
answer the door to me?
Maybe he just doesn't
like you no more.
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING]
Pint, Jonjo.
Is Colm not with you?
No.Colm's always with you.
I know. Did you
not knock for him?
I did knock for him.
Well, where is he?
Just sittin' there.
Sittin' there doin' what?
Sittin' there doing nothin'.
Smokin'.
Have ye been rowin'?
I don't think we've been rowin'.
Sounds like ye've been rowin'.
It does sound like
we've been rowin'.
Will I try him again?
That'd be the best thing.
Officer Kearney.
Never says "hello."
Never fecking says "hello."
[OPERATIC GOSPEL MUSIC
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]
Colm?
[OPERATIC GOSPEL
MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]
Colm?
The door was open, Colm.
Colm?
Where the hell are
you headin' off to?
MAN: Everybody?
JONJO: No, this is true.
He scored six points
from open play.
[MEN LAUGH AND
TALK INDISTINCTLY]
He was barely
the size of a dwarf!
This is true!
[MEN LAUGH AND
TALK INDISTINCTLY]
Howdo. MAN: Howdo, Padraic.
Sit somewhere else.
Huh?
Uh... But I have
me pint there, Colm.
He has his pint there, Colm,
from when he came in and
ordered his pint from before.
Okay.
I'll sit somewhere else, so.
MAN: Are ye rowin'?
I didn't think we were rowin'.
Well, ye are rowin'.
Well, ye are rowin'.
He's sittin' outside
on his own like a
whatchamacallit.
It does look like we're rowin'.
Well, I suppose I'd
best go talk to him, so.
See what all this
is fecking about.
MAN: That'd be the best thing.
Now I'm sittin'
here next to you,
and if you're goin' back
inside, I'm followin' you inside,
and if you're goin' home,
I'm followin' you there, too.
Now, if I've done
somethin' to ya,
just tell me what
I've done to ya.
And if I've said
somethin' to ya,
maybe I said somethin' when I
was drunk, and I've forgotten it,
but I don't think I said somethin'
when I was drunk, and I've forgotten it.
But if I did, then
tell me what it was,
and I'll say sorry
for that too, Colm.
[FALTERS] With all
me heart, I'll say sorry.
Just stop running away from me
like some fool of a moody schoolchild.
But you didn't say
anything to me.
And you didn't
do anything to me.
That's what I
was thinking, like.
I just don't like you no more.
You do like me.
I don't.
But you liked me yesterday.
Oh, did I, yeah?
I thought you did.
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYS]
Padraic.
Dominic.
What's the matter with ya?
There's nothing the matter
with me, for God's sake.
DOMINIC: Look at this I found.
A stick with a hook.
What would you
use it for, I wonder?
To hook things that were
the length of a stick away?
Where you goin'?
PADRAIC: Down here.
DOMINIC: As good a plan as any!
Have you any fags? No.
Uh, you do. You
always have fags.
ColmSonnyLarry's at Jonjo's
handing out a rake of fags.
Whoever's in the mood for one.
Is he? No!
[MUTTERS UNINTELLIGIBLY]
You're behavin' awful unusual.
[DOOR CLOSES]
What are you doin' here?
Was the pub closed?
No, it was open.
Anything in the paper?
Just the Civil War still.Ugh.
A bad do.
Mrs. McCormick's comin' over
later, Padraic. I couldn't avoid her.
I don't know if you're gonna be
in or out, but you're usually out.
Am I?
You are. Yeah, you know you are.
I don't care, Siobhan.
This is your house, too.
[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]
[BIRDS SQUAWK]
Is it six years since your
mammy and daddy died, Siobhan,
or is it seven years
since they died?
It's coming up to eight
years, Mrs. McCormick, aye.
Is it comin' up to eight years?
Doesn't time be flyin'?
Aye, when you're havin' fun.
Oh, be off to the
pub now, Padraic,
if you're gonna be annoyin' us.
I don't have to be down
there every night, do I?
[SCOFFS]
ColmSonnyLarry's
scared him off, I suppose.
What did you hear
of ColmSonnyLarry?
Didn't you and he used
to be the best of friends?
We're still the best of friends.
MRS. McCORMICK: No,
you're not. Who says we're not?
She says.
Ah, for God's sake, Siobhan.
I said nothing of the like, Mrs.
McCormick! I was just chatting.
Now, you go off
to Jonjo's, Padraic,
and don't be getting
under our feet.
Sure, Mrs. McCormick never gets
a chance to come over for a chat.
She never gets a chance
'cause you avoid her.
I do not avoid her!
You hide behind walls if
she's coming up the road.
[DOOR OPENS]I do not!
H... hide behind walls.
[DOOR SHUTS][SIOBHAN SIGHS]
[CANNON AND RIFLE
FIRE IN DISTANCE]
Good luck to ye.
Whatever it is
you're fightin' about.
[FOLK BAND PLAYING LIVELY MUSIC]
I didn't hear there
was to be a session.
Last-minute thing.
Colm decided.
All the ladies love Colm,
you know. Always did.
Yeah? That's not true.
[DOOR OPENS]
You're still barred,
Dominic! Out!
You said barred until April.
What are we now?
April.
Well, put that stick
outside anyways,
and don't be
bothering the women.
There's women?
There is women.
And good ones.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
[MIDTEMPO BANJO MUSIC PLAYING]
Well, I took out my dog
And him I did shoot
All down in
the County Kildare...
If we sat next to Colm, the
women would have to talk to us too,
and then we could get at
them with our small talk.
I'm happy enough
sittin' here, now.
Are ya, yeah?
Are ya happy enough, yeah?
So fill up your glasses
With
brandy...[DOMINIC GROANS]
I can't stand the maudlin ones.
Play somethin' dancey, Colm!
To dance to.
And not have that mope whining.
[RESUMES PLAYING SAME SONG]
So be easy and free...
Here, amn't I in enough trouble
with him without your mouthing?
What trouble in
are you in with him?
Uh, he just...
doesn't want to be
friends with me no more.
What is he, 12?
[ALL SINGING ALONG]
Why does he not want to
be friends with you no more?
[SONG ENDS]
[APPLAUSE]
[DOOR CREAKING]
Shh.
[WHISPERS] Daddy'll kill us if we
wake him when he's been wanking.
[FLOOR CREAKING SOFTLY]
You won't get into trouble
for taking his poteen?
I will get into trouble,
but fuck it.
I saw cannon-fire and
rifle-fire on the mainland tonight.
Did you see it?
That'll be the Civil War.
I know that, sure.
Me, I pay no attention
to wars. I'm agin 'em.
Wars and soap.
I tell you this much.
We're good at
chatting, aren't we?
Me and you?
Your sister, does
she like to chat?
Not as much as most
women, but she'll chat, like.
She more likes reading.
Reading?
Feckin' hell.
Reading.
And did you ever see
her with no clothes on?
I didn't.
Did you not, and
you her brother?
Not even as a child?
I don't like to be chattin' about
these types of things, Dominic!
What types of things?
Sisters with no clothes on!
You saw my daddy
with no clothes on.
And till the day I
die, I'll wish I hadn't.
Sure, don't I know it.
The tiny, brown cock on him.
[PADRAIC SIGHS]
What's the matter with him?
Maybe bad news he's had?
Daddy?
No, ColmSonnyLarry.
Didn't I tell ya I'd
be off if you went
whining about that
lummox one more time?
I tell ya, it didn't look like
he had bad news tonight.
It looked like a weight was
lifted from his shoulders tonight.
[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]
[COWBELL JINGLES]
[COWBELL JINGLING]
[CHUCKLING SOFTLY]
[COWBELL JINGLING]
Just bringing me cows past.
What?
I was just bringing
me cows past.
I wasn't, you know, trying to...
You don't usually
bring them this way.
I don't, but then
the little fella
took a fright at a hen
on the corner, so...
I only...
[CHUCKLES]
I only just saw what month
we changed to yesterday.
More fool me?
Changed to April.
So, will I be callin' for ya
on me way to the pub later?
I will so.
Anyways,
I better chase after these goons
for they're gettin'
away from me.
Maybe they don't like
me no more neither.
See you at 2:00, so, Colm.
Why don't you come
down for a sherry later?
There's no need to be
stuck inside on a nice day.
I will so.
How's the book?
It's sad.
Sad?
Well, you should read
a not sad one, Siobhan,
else you might get sad.
SIOBHAN: Hmm.
Do you never get
lonely, Padraic?
Never get what?
[SIGHS] Lonely.
Do I never get lonely?
What's the matter
with everybody?
Jesus.
"Lonely." Fecking hell.
[OPERATIC MUSIC
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]
Colm?
[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]
[SIGHS]
PADRAIC: Pint, Jonjo.
[SOFTLY] How's he seem?
Grand, I think.
With me, anyways.
What are you doing?
Oh, so you're gonna be
an eejit again today, is it?
Amn't I allowed to have a
quiet pint on me own, Padraic?
Well, don't ask a man to call up
to ya at your fecking house, so,
like he has nothing better
to do with his fecking time.
I didn't ask you to call
up to me at me house.
And you do have nothing better
to do with your fecking time.
Huh?
You do have nothing better
to do with your fecking time.
I know I've nothing better
to do with me fecking time,
but there's better things I could
be doing with me fecking time
than to be calling up to ya
at your house, Colm Doherty!
Like what?
Huh?
Like what else
could you be doin'?
Reading.
Reading, yeah?
Me, this morning...
this I wrote.
[PLAYING MELODIOUS TUNE]
Tomorrow, I'll write
the second part of it.
And the day after, I'll
write the third part of it.
And by Wednesday, there'll
be a new tune in the world,
which wouldn't have been
there if I'd spent the week
listening to your bollocks,
Padraic Suilleabhain.
So, do you want to
take your pint outside,
or do you want me to
take my pint outside?
I'll take my pint outside,
'cause it's a shite
tune anyways,
I wouldn't bother with it.
[EXHALES SHAKILY]
I was too harsh yesterday.
Yesterday, he says.
I know well you was
too harsh yesterday.
And today.
I just, uh...
I just have this tremendous sense
of time slippin' away on me, Padraic.
And I think I need to
spend the time I have left
thinking and composing.
Just trying not to listen
to any more of the dull things
that you have to say for yourself.
But I'm sorry
about it. I am, like.
Are you dying?
No, I'm not dying.
But then you've loads of time.
For chatting?
Aye. For aimless chatting?
Not for aimless chatting.
For good, normal chatting.
So, we'll keep
aimlessly chatting
and me life'll keep dwindling.
And in 12 years, I'll die
with nothin' to show for it
bar the chats I've had
with a limited man, is that it?
I said, "Not aimless chatting."
I said, "Good, normal chatting."
The other night, two hours
you spent talking to me
about the things you found in
your little donkey's shite that day.
Two hours, Padraic. I timed it.
Well, it wasn't me little
donkey's shite, was it?
It was me pony's shite, which
shows how much you were listenin'.
None of it helps me,
do you understand?
None of it helps me.
We'll just chat about
somethin' else then.
[SIGHS]
What's the matter with ya?
Nothin'.
Aren't we going for a sherry?
Don't feel like it.
No, I'm not having
this again today!
Hey! What the hell's going on
with you and me fecking brother?
Don't come in here
shouting the odds at me
in the middle of the fecking
day, all right, Siobhan?
You can't just all of a sudden
stop being friends with a fella!
Why can't I?
Why can't ya?
Because it isn't nice.
Do you want a sherry, Siobhan?
No! Righty-ho.
Has he said somethin'
to ya when he was drunk?
No, I prefer him
when he's drunk.
It's all the rest of the time
I have the problem with.
What's the fecking matter, then?
He's dull, Siobhan.
He's what?
He's dull.
But he's always been
dull. What's changed?
I've changed.
I just don't have a place for
dullness in me life anymore.
But you live on an island
off the coast of Ireland, Colm.
What the hell are
you hoping for, like?
For a bit of peace,
Siobhan. That's all.
For a bit of peace
in me heart, like.
You can understand
that. Can't ya?
Can't ya?
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING]
Do you think I'm dull?
No. 'Cause you're
not dull, you're nice.
That's what I thought. I
mean, I'm a happy lad.
Or I was.
Till me best friend started
acting the gilly-gooly.
It's him, Padraic.
Maybe he's just depressed.
[WHISPERS] That's what I
was thinking, that he's depressed.
[NORMALLY] Well, if he is,
he could at least
keep it to himself, like.
You know, push it
down, like the rest of us.
[COWBELL JINGLES]
No, Jenny! [SNAPS FINGERS] Out!
[COWBELL JINGLES]Out!
She just wants a bit
of company, Siobhan.
Animals is for
outside, I've told ya.
[CHUCKLES LIGHTLY]
And people don't be laughing
at me behind me back,
do they?
No. Why would they be?
They don't think
I'm dim or anything?
Dim?
No.
You don't seem
very sure about it.
Of course, I'm sure about it.
Dominic's the dim one
on the island, isn't he?
He is, aye. By miles.
Uh, hang on, by miles.
And then, who's
the next dimmest?
Well, I don't like
to judge people
in those terms now, do I?
In what terms? In
order of their dimness.
Well, I know you don't.
And neither do I, do I?
But try, like. No!
I won't try.
There's enough judgy people
on this fecking island, so no!
You're not dim!
You're a nice man,
all right? So, move on!
I'm as clever as you, anyways.
I know that at least.
[UNDER BREATH] Yeah,
don't be fecking stupid.
Huh?
[BELL TOLLING][PEACEFUL
MUSIC PLAYING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[PEACEFUL MUSIC
CONTINUES PLAYING]
What happened to you?
Me daddy discovered
the poteen situation.
SIOBHAN: Oh, Jesus, Dominic!
You poor thing, ya.
What the hell was
he hittin' you with?
A kettle was the final thing.
I wouldn'ta minded,
but for the spout.
Do you want a ride to church?
Uh, feck them gobshites!
Dominic!
But could I stay the
night with ye the night?
Just for the one night, like?
SIOBHAN: Mm...
Well, just the one night, mind.
Nice! I'll see ye
for supper, so.
[CHUCKLES] Whoo-hoo!
[PRAYING IN LATIN]
[GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING]
[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]
Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.
It's eight weeks since
my last confession, I think.
Go on, Colm.
[SIGHS] Just the
usual, I suppose, Father.
The drinking and
the impure thoughts.
And a bit of pride, I suppose.
Although I never really saw that
as a sin, but sure I'm here now.
And
how's the despair?
Not so much of it
of late. Thanks be.
And why aren't you talking to
Padraic Suilleabhain no more?
That wouldn't be a sin,
now, would it, Father?
It wouldn't be a sin, no, but
it's not very nice either, is it?
Who told you?
It's an island, Colm.
Word gets around.
Also, Padraic asked
me to put in a word, like.
I see.
So...
It isn't him you have the
impure thoughts about, is it?
Are you joking me?
I mean, are you
fecking joking me?
People do have impure
thoughts about men, too.
Do you have impure
thoughts about men, Father?
I do not have impure
thoughts about men.
And how dare you say that
about a man of the cloth?
Well, you started it.
Well, you can get out of my
confessional right now, so you can.
And I'm not forgiving
you any of these things
until the next time, so I'm not!
Well, I better not be dying in
the meantime then, eh, Father?
I'll be pure fucked!
You will be pure fucked!
Yes, you will be pure fucked!
Pint, Colm?
If you don't stop talkin' to me,
and if you don't
stop botherin' me,
or sendin' your sister or
your priest to bother me...
I didn't send me sister
to bother you, did I?
She has her own mind.
Although, I did send the priest
though, you have me there.
What I've decided to do is this.
I have a set of shears at home.
And each time you
bother me from this day on,
I'll take those shears
and I'll take one of me
fingers off with them.
And I'll give that finger to ya.
A finger from me left
hand. Me fiddle hand.
And each day you bother me more,
another I'll take
off and I'll give ya
until you see sense
enough to stop.
Or until I have no fingers left.
Does this make
things clearer to ya?
Not really, no.
Because I don't want
to hurt your feelings, Padraic.
I don't, like.
But it feels like the drastic
is the only option
left open to me.
You've loads of
options left open to ya.
How's fingers the
first port of call?
Please, don't talk to me
no more, Padraic. Please.
I'm begging you.
But... JONJO:
Shush, like, Padraic.
Just, you know, shush,
like. Yeah, I'd shush, like.
I will shush.
Except me and me
sister were thinking
[SOFTLY] you might just
be a bit depressed, Colm.
And I tell you this much,
fingers just confirms it.
Don't you think, Colm?
Starting from now.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
Well, I never heard the like.
I never heard the like. He
must really not like you, Padraic.
Fingers!
Jesus. He's serious, lads.
JONJO: He is serious!
You can see it in
his eyes he's serious.
Just because he
thinks you're dull.
That's going overboard!
Who told you about the dull?
Well, I overheard it.
Like, what was I supposed to do?
I don't think you're dull.
And jeez, if I was to
cut something off meself
for every dull person that came
in here, I'd only have me head left.
Do you think I'm dull, Gerry?
No.
That said,
I did think the two of ye always
made a funny pairing, like.
No, we didn't.JONJO:
Yeah, ye did.
Ye did. Obviously, ye did.
'Cause now he'd rather
maim himself than talk to ya.
Colm was always
more of a thinker.
Huh?
Why's every... I think.
Ah, you don't, Padraic.
You don't, Padraic.
Your sister does.
Your sister does, aye.
Siobhan does. You're more of a...
You're more of a... What is he?
You're more one
of life's good guys.
You're more one of
life's good guys, aye.
Apart from when you're drunk.
Apart from when
you're drunk, aye.
I used to think that'd
be a nice thing to be.
One of life's good guys.
And now, it sounds like
the worst thing I ever heard.
Ah, don't take it
like that, Padraic.
Don't take it
like that, Padraic.
We're on your side.
[GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING]
What are you smiling at?
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
What's this mope so mopey
for? He's just a fecking man, lads!
A fat, ginger man!
Ay yi yi.
I'll tell ya this much. Ye
two are awful mopey hosts.
Luckily, you won't have to put
up with us more than one night, so,
and try eatin' with
your mouth closed.
Where are we now, France?
Will you tell him, Padraic?
Aye, stop being a little
fecking bollocks, Dominic.
No. Just about the mouth thing.
Colm Doherty and
his fat fecking fingers.
He probably
wouldn't even be able
to cut through the
blubber on them fingers.
Would you not want him
to have to do the one finger
to see if he was bluffing, like?
No, we wouldn't.
That's what I'd have him do,
I'd have him do the one
finger to see if he was bluffin'.
'Cause worst comes to worst,
he can still play the fiddle
with four fingers, I'll bet ya.
Or the banjo.
We don't want any of that.
We just want nothing
to do with him no more.
You don't. This gom does.
I am a gom, is right.
You're not a gom![DOMINIC SIGHS]
DOMINIC: Jeez.
This is a depressing house.
Would you prefer your own, so?
I've heard it's a barrel
of fecking laughs.
Well, touche.
Too what?
Che. Touche. It's
from the French.
And how is it, Siobhan,
that you was never married?
It's none of your
fecking business
how I was never fecking married.
How isn't it?
How isn't it?
Was you never wild?
Wild? Was I never wild?
I don't know what you're
talkin' about, Dominic.
Wild, how? Angry?
'Cause I'm gettin'
angry now, I can tell ya!
Not angry. Wild.
You just keep
sayin' wild, Dominic!
Wild! My brother
told you, didn't he?
That you'd be out in the road
if you started
talking stupid to me?
He said creepy, not stupid.
Well, you've failed on
both counts, haven't ya?
I have.
I'm off to bed and he's not
stayin' here another night, Padraic.
I don't care how
depressed you are.
I'd rather have the donkey in.
[DOOR SHUTS]
Foiled again.
But "faint heart" and all that.
Here.
Ye two, ye'll be all right.
Will we be?
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING]
[CLICKING TONGUE]
Hello there, Mrs. O'Riordan,
I've the milk outside for ya.
So, it's the two weeks
you owe me for now, I think.
Nobody has a lick of news
for us from your side
of the island, Padraic.
Are you going to be
the same as them?
I am, Mrs.
O'Riordan, I'm afraid.
And I'm in a bit
of a rush, so...
Eileen Coughlan had no news.
Vincent Shaughnessy had no news.
It was a poor old week for
news. But then it is, sometimes.
ColmSonnyLarry, he had no news.
Did he not?
That man never talks.
Eh, he talks
sometimes. Up himself.
Aye, aye, anyways, so, it's the two
weeks you owe me for now, Mrs. O'Riordan.
As I was sayin'.
[REGISTER DINGS]
Ladies.
Oh, it's Peadar.
Peadar always
has a rake of news.
What news have you,
Peadar? PEADAR: News, is it?
Fella killed himself,
over Rosmuck way.
Walked into a lake for himself.
Twenty-nine and nothing
wrong with him, the fool.
God love us!
PEADAR: No, not
"God love us." Fool!
Another fella,
Protestant, of course,
stabbed his missus
in Letterkenny.
Six times he stabbed her.
Good God! And
did she die, Peadar?
She did die, aye.
It wasn't with a spoon
he was stabbin' her.
That's a lot of news.
This man has no news,
don't ya not? No-Newsy!
[PEADAR LAUGHS]
Stukes never have news.MRS.
O'RIORDAN: Stukes!
[LAUGHS] Funny.
There was a bit of news I
remembered, Mrs. O'Riordan.
Dominic Kearney's father
beat Dominic senseless
with a kettle Saturday,
and is staying with me
and me sister, Dominic is.
So, at least his father'll
take a bit of a break
from his beatin' of him.
And him, a policeman.
Isn't that news?
Ar, that Dominic's
an awful little bollocks.
That's no news.
Still, he was in a bad way
when I came upon him.
I'd beat him with a kettle
meself if I wasn't old.
It's news is all I'm sayin'.
That's no news.
That's shite news.
Okay, so, Mrs.
O'Riordan, thanks for the...
I'll see ya when I see ya.
[DOOR THUDS, BELL RINGS]
[BIRDS SQUAWK IN DISTANCE]
[THUDS]
And you can tell that
skitter of a son of mine
he'd better be home by teatime,
or it's over to batter
the both of ye I'll be,
and your dreary
fecking sister, too!
[GROANS]
Oh, hello there, Colm.
Will I see you at Jonjo's
tonight for that pint you owe me?
I owe you no pin...
You will, Peadar.
Good man yourself.
[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]
[SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES]
[SOBBING]
Whoa, stand.
Stand.
[MELODIOUS FIDDLE MUSIC PLAYING]
[EXHALES]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING]
[WHISPERING] What's that, Jenny?
Will we go to the
pub for ourselves?
We will. Come on.
One drink you're havin',
lady, then it's off home with ya.
I've a shirt that wants
ironing for the morning.
Okay, Daddy.
Aye. Off to the mainland
in the morning I'm headin'.
That's why I need
the clean shirt, like.
"And why are you off to the
mainland in the mornin', Peadar?"
Oh, thanks for asking,
Colm. I'll tell ya why.
They've asked for extra manpower
for a couple of the
[WHISPERS] executions
[NORMALLY] in case
there's any kind of a to-do, like.
Six bob and a free
lunch they're payin' me.
And sure I'd have
gone for nothin'.
I've always wanted to see
an execution, haven't you?
Although, I'd have
preferred a hanging.
Who are they executin'?
The Free State lads are
executin' a couple of the IRA lads.
Or is it the other way around?
[SCOFFS]
I find it hard to
follow these days.
Wasn't it so much easier when
we was all on the same side,
and it was just the
English we was killin'?
I think it was. I preferred it.
But you don't care
who's executin' who?
For six bob and a
free lunch, I don't care!
They could be executin'
you. [CHUCKLES]
Why don't you come with me?
You could write a miserable
feckin' song about it.
Nah, I'm only messin'.
[MUFFLED FOLK MUSIC PLAYING]
Who are them?
Music students, I think,
from Lisdoonvarna.
[TALKING INDISTINCTLY]
Another whisky, anyways, Jonjo.
Jeez, you're goin' at it at a
fair old lick tonight, Padraic.
Yeah? What's it to ya?
[DRUM INTRO PLAYS]
[PLAYING TRADITIONAL
MARCH MUSIC]
Padraic, don't now...
Go get Siobhan,
Dominic, would ya?
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
PEADAR: What are
you after, gobshite?
Another beatin', is it?
You, copper, I'm allowed
to chat to you, aren't I?
It's just tubbyguts I'm
not allowed to talk to.
Actually, no, I'd rather
you didn't talk to me neither.
Oh, well, anyways,
do you want to know what the
three things that I hate the most
on Inisherin is? Not really.
One,
policemen.
Two,
pudgy fiddle players.
And three... [VOICE CRACKS]
Wait, I had some funny
thing for three. What was it?
Uh, I'll start again. One, um,
policemen.
Two...
Pudgy fiddle players.
PADRAIC: Pudgy fiddle players.
And shite, what was three?
Go on back to your own gang
now, Padraic. I'm serious, now.
[SHOUTING] Serious, are ya?
[MUSIC HALTS]
And talkin' to me, are ya?
DOMINIC: Siobhan!
Padraic's out of his brains
on whisky, and Colm's there.
You'd better come.
You, Colm Doherty, do you
know what you used to be?
No, Padraic, what
did I used to be?
Nice!
You used to be nice!
Didn't he not?
And now, do you
know what you are?
Not nice.
Ah, well,
I suppose niceness doesn't
last then, does it, Padraic?
But will I tell ya
something that does last?
What? And don't say
somethin' stupid like music.
Music lasts. Knew it!
And paintings last.
And poetry lasts.
So does niceness.[DOOR OPENS]
COLM: Do you know
who we remember
for how nice they was
in the 17th century?
PADRAIC: Who? Absolutely no one.
Yet we all remember
the music of the time.
Everyone, to a man,
knows Mozart's name.
Well, I don't, so
there goes that theory.
And anyway, we're
talkin' about niceness.
Not whatsisname.
My mammy, she was nice.
I remember her.
And my daddy, he was
nice. I remember him.
And my sister, she's nice.
I'll remember her.
Forever I'll remember her.
COLM: And who else will?
PADRAIC: "Who else will" what?
Remember Siobhan
and your niceness?
No one will.
In 50 years' time,
no one will remember any of us.
Yet the music of a man
who lived two centuries ago...
"Yet," he says,
like he's English.
Come home, Padraic.
I don't give a
feck about Mozart,
or Borvoven,
or any of them
funny name feckers.
I'm Padraic Suilleabhain.
And I'm nice.
SIOBHAN: [WHISPERS] Come home.
So you'd rather be friends
with this fella, would ya?
A fella who
beats his own son black
and blue every night
that he's not fiddling with him.
I never told him that, Daddy.
He's... He's just drunk now.
You used to be nice.
Or did you never used to be?
Oh, God.
Maybe you never used to be.
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
I'll have a word with him, Colm.
You don't need to
do anything drastic.
He won't be
botherin' you no more.
That's a shame.
That's the most
interesting he's ever been.
I think I like him again now.
[MAN CHUCKLES]
It was the 18th
century, anyway. Mozart.
Not the 17th.
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
[RAIN PATTERING]
[GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING]
[SIGHS]
Siobhan Suilleabhain!
Well, well.
I only came in for
rashers, Mrs. O'Riordan.
I've no time to
talk, I'm afraid.
Letter came for ya.
Fell open, did it?
Aye, in the heat, I suppose.
[SIGHS]
A job offer, is it?
A job offer from a library
on the mainland, is it?
Just the rashers, please, Mrs.
O'Riordan. About ten of them.
You never tell me anything!
Well, it'd crucify
him, your leaving!
Hey, no one's leaving!
Listen, I didn't
come down to chat.
I just came down to
say that all that last night
was just the
whisky talkin', Colm.
All what last night?
All whatever it
was I was sayin'.
What were you sayin'?
Uh... Yeah. I can't
remember much of it,
but I remember the
gist of it wasn't the best.
You always know, don't ya?
Well, anyways, I just
wanted to say I was sorry.
Will we leave it at that?
Why can't you just
leave me alone, Padraic?
PADRAIC: Huh?
I've already told ya, haven't I?
Yeah, I know. I was just...
I mean, why can't you
just leave me alone?
What are ya doing? I don't know.
For fuck's sake, like.
How... How's the new tune?
What?
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
Ar, for God's sake, Padraic.
How many more times?
I am not putting me donkey
outside when I am sad, okay?
Well, stringy bits of
shite I had to pick up
yesterday when ya let her in!
There was no stringy
bits in that donkey's shite.
There was bits of straw,
if there was anything.
Maybe it was straw, so.
[SIGHS] I'll get
us our porridge.
Was I awful last night?
No, you was lovely.
Well, I know I wasn't lovely
now, Siobhan. [CHUCKLES]
You were lovely.
About me, anyways.
Of course I was
lovely about you.
What else is there
to be about ya?
[SIOBHAN CHUCKLES]
[DOOR THUDS]
[SOFT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
What was that? A bird?
What was what?
The bang at the door.
A bird?
Aye.No.
What was it, so?
The bang at the door? Aye!
What was the bang
at the door?[SCOFFS]
It was, uh...
hard to lie...
it was, uh...
[HESITATES] a finger.
[CHUCKLES]
A what?
Finger.
[SHRIEKS]
Jesus, Siobhan! You'll
frighten the little fella!
Throw it out, Padraic!
I'm not throwing his
finger out! It'll get dirt on it!
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Where... Where'd you put it?
Shoebox.
Oh, my. Oh, God.
Well,
he's serious, then.
[PLAYING MELODIOUS TUNE]
Do we have to have it in
here while we're eating?
Once I finish me porridge,
I'll bring it back to him.
[SCOFFS]
[CHUCKLES IN DISBELIEF]
Are you feckin' stupid?
I mean, are you feckin' stupid?
No, I'm not feckin' stupid.
We've had this discussion.
You've got to leave him
alone now, Padraic. For good!
Do you think?
Do I think? Yeah, I do think!
He's cut his feckin' finger
off, and thrown it at ya!
Come on! It wasn't at me.
Well, what are we going to do?
We can't keep a man's finger.
[DOOR SHUTS]
[RIFLE FIRING IN DISTANCE]
Jesus, Colm!
Did it hurt?
[SCOFFS] Hurt awful to begin
with. Thought I was going to faint.
It's funny, feels fine
now, in all the excitement.
Would you like a cup of tea?
I won't, Colm. I only came
up to give you your finger back.
Oh, yeah?
Thanks.
Cleared up quite nice, actually.
And you wouldn't
have thought it would.
What do you need from him, Colm?
To end all this?
Silence, Siobhan.
Just silence.
One more silent man
on Inisherin, good-oh!
Silence it is, so.
This isn't about Inisherin.
It's about one boring man
leaving another
man alone, that's all.
"One boring man"!
You're all fecking boring!
With your piddling
grievances over nothin'!
You're all fecking boring!
I'll see he doesn't
talk to you no more.
Do.
Else it'll be all four of them
the next time, not just the one.
You're not serious.
Well, that won't help
your fecking music.
Aye.
We're gettin' somewhere now.
[CHUCKLES] I think
you might be ill, Colm.
[CHUCKLES LIGHTLY]
Do worry sometimes I'm
just entertaining meself
while I stave off
the inevitable.
Don't you?
No, I don't.
Yeah, you do.
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING]
[MELLOW MUSIC CONTINUES]
COLM: Declan!
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]
[DECLAN LAUGHING]
[INDISTINCCONVERSATION CONTINUES]
Howdo!
Howdo!
Do you want a ride?
I will so.
Thanks, fella!
[CLICKS TONGUE]
Oh, no, you're not that student
fella from Lisdoonvarna, are ya?
I am. I'm Declan.
Why?
They told me at the
post office to try to find
that student fella,
Declan, from Lisdoonvarna.
Yeah, a telegram came for ya.
From your mammy.
My mammy is no longer with us.
Not your mammy, sorry. [FALTERS]
Did I say your mammy?
Your auntie. Yeah, your auntie.
It's about your daddy.
What about Daddy?
Uh, bread van crashed into him.
The bread van? Yeah.
They said you'd best hurry home
to him, lest he should die all alone.
Die?
Or get worse, all alone.
This is impossible.
It's not impossible.
Bread vans crash
into people all the time.
I know!
That's how me mammy died.
[JUMPS OFF]
If it's the same fecking
bread van, I'll kill them.
[TUGS REINS]
Thanks.
What were you talking
to the boat fella for?
For none of your fecking
business, I think it was.
Of course, it's me
business. Aren't I the law?
[SOFTLY] Fecking knob.
Huh?
Well, you can tell that
whiny brother of yours
I'll be around soon for
that battering I owe him.
A battering?
That'd be good, actually. It
might take him out of himself.
Huh?
You're an awful strange lady.
No wonder no one likes ya.
[PEADAR CHUCKLES]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[FOOTSTEPS FADE]
[GASPS] Oh.
Hello there, Mrs. McCormick.
A death shall come to
Inisherin afore the month is out.
A death, huh?
Maybe even two deaths.
Well, that'd be sad.
We shall pray to the Lord
'tis neither you, nor poor
Siobhan, will be either of them.
Well, is that a nice
thing to be sayin'?
I wasn't trying to be nice.
I was trying to be accurate.
[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]
[SOFTLY] Fecking hell.
[SORROWFUL CLASSICAL
MUSIC PLAYING]
[SIOBHAN CRYING SOFTLY]
What's the matter?
Nothing.
[SNIFFLES]
[SIOBHAN BREATHING SHAKILY]
[SORROWFUL CLASSICAL
MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]
[DOMINIC SIGHS, MUMBLES]
Me daddy say he's
gonna kill you Sunday
for spilling the beans
about that fiddling with me.
[SCOFFS]
"Kill me," kill
me, or, you know,
"beat me up a bit," kill me?
"Beat you up a
bit," kill ya, I think.
Although he did kill a man once.
I'm sorry for that spilling
the beans on ya, Dominic.
I was out of order that night.
You was funny
apart from that bit.
That's why I don't understand why
that fat fella threw the finger at ya.
He seemed fine when
you were slagging him.
He did not.
Did he?
"That's the most interesting
Padraic's ever been," he said.
"I think I like him again now."
Aye.
Maybe this whole thing has just
been about gettin' you to try a new tack,
start standin' up
for yourself a bit.
Do you think?
Yeah, and be less
of a, you know,
whiny little dull-arse.
Well, I have been less of a
whiny little dull-arse, actually.
Have ya, yeah?
Just yesterday, there
was this musician fella
that Colm was getting
along great with.
And what did I do?
I went and sent him
packing from the island.
Did ya? How?
I told him a bread van
crashed into his daddy,
and he'd have to be rushing
home to him, lest he die.
Oh...
That sounds like the
meanest thing I've ever heard.
Huh?
Well, aye, it was
a bit mean, but...
he'll be fine once he gets home
and he finds his daddy
hasn't been hit by a bread van.
I used to think you
were the nicest of them.
Turns out you're just
the same as them.
I am the nicest of them.
Ar, Dominic, now!
Well, maybe I'm
not a happy lad, so!
Maybe this is the new me!
Aye.
Maybe this is the new me.
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]
DOMINIC: Howdo![GASPS]
Jesus Christ, Dominic!
Would you ever stop
creeping up on people?
You almost gave me
a fecking heart attack!
I wasn't creeping up on ya.
I was sidling up on ya.
Between you and
that ghoul, Jesus!
I always call her a ghoul,
too, because she is a ghoul.
Jeez, we have a lot in
common, don't we? Me and you.
Calling old people
ghouls and that.
[SIGHS] It's a great
old lake, isn't it?
I'm glad I caught you, actually.
Because there was somethin' I
was wantin' to ask ya, actually.
And discovering how
much we have in common,
well, it just makes me
want to ask you even more.
We don't have
anything in common.
Uh, don't skip ahead.
But yeah, what I was
wantin' to ask you was...
Somethin' along the lines of...
Should've planned this, really.
Well, yeah, what I was
wantin' to ask you was...
You probably wouldn't
ever want to, I don't know,
to fall in love with a
boy like me, would ya?
Oh, Dominic, I
don't think so, love.
No, yeah, no. Uh,
I was thinking no.
Not even in the future,
like? Like when I'm your age?
Yeah, no, I didn't think so.
Just thought I'd ask on
the off chance, you know,
like, "faint heart" and
that.[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Well, there goes that dream.
Well,
I best go over there and do whatever
that thing over there I was gonna do was.
Mm-hmm.
I walked from Mallow Town
To Aghadoe, Aghadoe
I took his head from
the jail gate to Aghadoe
Come on, Sammy,
you have to dance too.
Like an Irish king
he sleeps in Aghadoe
[DOOR SLAMS OPEN]
How are you, fatty?
Dancing with your dog, is it?
Well, who else is
gonna dance with ya?
Your poor dog has
no say in the matter.
And if you're too rude
to be offering me a seat,
I'll be taking one
of me own accord!
Now, how's that
for an old hello?
Have you gone fecking mental?
Have I gone fecking mental?
No, I haven't gone
fecking mental, actually.
Not only have I not
gone fecking mental,
but I have ten fingers to prove
I've not gone fecking mental.
How many fingers do you have to
prove you've not gone fecking mental?
Nine fingers.
And nine fingers is
the epitome of mental.
That's right. The epitome!
Heh. There'll be none of
that! I didn't come here for licks!
I came here for
the opposite of licks.
What's the opposite of licks?
Huh?
What did you come here for?
I didn't come here
for anythin', did I?
I just came to kick your door
in and give you a slagging.
Well, you've done
that, so you can go now.
Haven't finished yet, have I?
Well, I finished with your door.
I haven't finished
with your slagging.
We were doin' so well, Padraic.
I wasn't doing so well.
I was doing terrible.
All right, I was doin' so well.
Yeah, well, it can't all
be you, you, you, can it?
Yes, it can.
There's two of us in
this. No, there isn't.
It takes two to tango.
I don't want to tango.
Well, you danced with your dog.
[CLICKS TONGUE]
Talkin' of tangos, how's
your new tune comin' along?
[SIGHS] I just
finished it, actually.
Just this morning.
No, Colm, that's great, like!
That's why I was
dancing with me dog.
I don't usually
dance with me dog.
[CHUCKLES] There's no
harm dancin' with your dog.
I'd dance with me donkey
if I knew how. And she did.
Is it good?
Your tune?
Mm, what's it called?
"The Banshees of
Inisherin," I was thinking.
But there are no
banshees on Inisherin.
I know, I just like the
double S-H sounds.
Aye.
There's plenty of
double S-H on Inisherin.
Yeah.
Maybe there are banshees, too.
I just don't think that they
scream to portend death anymore.
I think they just sit back,
amused, and observe.
Portend?
Yeah.
I keep having thoughts about
playing it for you at your funeral.
But that wouldn't be fair
on either of us, would it?
[GULPS]
Well, that's great that you
finished your tune, Colm.
That's more than great.
That's...
really great.
[COLM SIGHS]
[SIGHS] So, do you want to
meet me down the pub, Colm?
We could celebrate
your tune, like.
[CLOCK CHIMES TWICE]
Only if you'd like, like.
But I could run up
ahead. Order them in.
Why don't you do that, Padraic?
Why don't I run up...
and order them?
Well, I will so.
Jeez, that went well!
And maybe on the way,
I can find that student friend
of yours, that Declan fella!
I told him his daddy was
dying, so he'd feck off home
and leave us alone,
but there's no need now!
Sure he could join us.
[PADRAIC CLEARS THROAT]
[EXHALES, SNIFFS]
What are you sitting over
there for when I'm over here?
Just thought I'd have a
sit for meself, you know.
Wait for me friend.
Are you fecking joking me?
Your four-fingered friend?
I mean, are you
fecking joking me?
No, I'm not fecking joking ya.
He just needed a bit
of tough love was all.
[BARKING]
[CLOCK CHIMES FOUR TIMES]
[JONJO SIGHS]
[FOOTSTEPS OUTSIDE]
Siobhan, do you want a sherry?
No.Righty-ho.
What are you doin'?
Me? Yes, you.
Nothing. Just drinkin'.
Not waitin'? Not waitin'.
Well, he is waitin', Siobhan.
He's waitin' for Colm Doherty.
I amn't waitin'.
He just told me he was waitin'.
Telltale!
Come home with me, Padraic.
I've somethin' to discuss with ya.
You've somethin'
to discuss with me?
That sounds, uh...
I don't want to
discuss somethin'.
Well, ya have to,
'cause I'm leavin'.
Leavin'?
Like leavin'?
Like...
not staying?
Yeah.
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
[DOOR THUDS]
[DOOR THUDS]
[SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES]
But what about me?
What about you?
I'll have no
friends at all left!
You'll have Dominic. Ah here!
And he's gone off me now, too.
What kind of a place is it when
the village gom goes off ya?
And who's gonna do the cookin'?
Oh, that's your first question, isn't
it? "Who's gonna do the cookin'?"
Well, it wasn't me
first question, was it?
"But what about me?"
was me first question.
[SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES]
[SIOBHAN GASPING]
Padraic.
Padraic!
PADRAIC: Now? But
you can't be leavin' now!
I can be leavin' now. [SNIFFLES]
I can't be waitin' round for
any more of this madness!
What the hell did you
say to him, Padraic?
Nothin' really.
[SCOFFS]
Well, I'd sort of had a
chat with Dominic earlier.
[FALTERS]
And a new sort of,
you know, standin' up for meself
sort of tack we thought I should try.
God!
It was all going fine until
he chopped off all his fingers.
[SNIFFLING, BREATH SHUDDERING]
Me books wouldn't fit.
Would you look
after them for me?
Ar, don't go, Siobhan.
They're all I have, really.
Apart from the obvious.
[BREATH SHUDDERS]
[CRIES]
You'll be back soon,
won't you, Siobhan?
[CRIES] Oh, Padraic!
Don't say, "Oh, Padraic."
Say yes.
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]
[SEAGULLS CALLING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC CONTINUES]
[MUSIC FADES]
[SOFT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[EXHALES HEAVILY]
[SNIFFLES]
[SMACKS LIPS]
Ah, Jenny.
[SNIFFLING]
[BREATHES SHAKILY]
[SHUDDERS]
[SIGHS]
[SNIFFLING]
Oh.
[MELANCHOLY
OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[SIGHS]
I don't want to talk.
Don't go killin' his dog now.
And don't be puttin'
things in me head
that weren't there in
the first feckin' place,
you feckin' nutbag!
[CHUCKLING] "Nutbag!"
[BROODING MUSIC PLAYING]
What would I ever hurt you for?
You're the only
nice thing about him.
[LIVELY FOLK MUSIC PLAYING]
[SCATTING ALONG TO MUSIC]
[COLM LAUGHS]
How are you, Padraic?
You're lookin' well.
That's lovely, lads.
I don't need your
apologies, all right?
It's a relief to me.
So, let's just call it quits
and agree to go our separate
ways, for good this time.
Your fat fingers killed
me little donkey today.
So, no, we won't call it quits.
We'll call it the start.
You're jokin' me. Yeah, no.
I'm not jokin' ya.
So tomorrow, Sunday,
God's day, around 2:00,
I'm going to call up to your
house and I'm gonna set fire to it,
and hopefully you'll
still be inside it.
But I won't be
checkin' either way.
Just be sure and
leave your dog outside.
I've nothing against that gom.
Or you can do whatever's
in your power to stop me.
To our graves we're taking this.
To one of our graves, anyways.
PEADAR: Here.
I've a bone to pick
with you, dreary.
Is that little gobshite of
mine at your place again?
Leave him, Peadar.
His donkey's just died.
Did he?
The little miniature fella?
Well, Jesus, boys,
I'll tell ya this much...
Two o'clock.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[SOMBER MUSIC
PLAYING][BELL TOLLING]
[PRIEST PRAYING IN LATIN]
[PARTITION SLIDES]
[CLICKS TONGUE SOFTLY]
I killed a miniature donkey.
It was by accident...
but I do feel bad about it.
Do you think God gives a damn
about miniature donkeys, Colm?
I fear he doesn't.
And I fear that's where
it's all gone wrong.
Is that it?
Is what it?
Aren't you forgetting
a couple of things?
No, I think I've covered it.
[SIGHS] Wouldn't you say
punching a policeman is a sin?
Ah here.
If punching a
policeman is a sin,
we may as well just
pack up and go home.
And self-mutilation is a sin.
It's one of the biggest.
Is it?
Self-mutilation, so
you have me there.
Multiplied by five.
How's the despair?
It's back a bit.
But you're not gonna
do anything about it?
I'm not gonna do
anything about it, no.
[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]
SIOBHAN: Dear Padraic,
I am safely ensconced in the
mainland and, Padraic, it's lovely here.
There's a river running
past my window as I write,
and the people already
seem less bitter and mental.
I'm not sure why, but I think it's
'cause a lot of them are from Spain.
Mostly, I wanted to say there's a
spare bed here for you, Padraic.
And with the war almost over, I
think there'd be work for ya here.
Because there's nothing
for you on Inisherin.
Nothing but more
bleakness and grudges
and loneliness and spite
and the slow passing
of time until death.
And sure, you can
do that anywhere.
So come, Padraic. Leave there.
Dominic can look after Jenny
and the rest of your animals.
They could move into
the house together.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
Hut!
SIOBHAN: So come
now, Padraic, please.
Before it's all too late.
[SENTIMENTAL
OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[CLOCK CHIMES TWICE][PANTING]
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]
[COWBELL JINGLES]
[SCRATCHING ON DOOR]
[SNAPS FINGERS]
PADRAIC: Dear Siobhan.
Obviously, I don't know
what "ensconced" is,
but I thank you for the offer of
the free bed and the whatnot.
But I won't be takin'
you up on it, I'm afraid.
As I told you, me
life is on Inisherin.
Me friends, me animals.
Even now as I write,
little donkey Jenny is
looking at me, saying,
"Please don't go,
Padraic. We'd miss ya."
And nuzzling
me, the gilly-gooly.
Get off, Jenny.
MRS. McCORMICK: Psst!
PADRAIC: In other news,
in sadder news, actually,
I won't be able to ask
Dominic anything, I'm afraid.
Because they found him
in the lake this morning.
I suppose he must've
slipped and fell in.
So, there'd be no one to take
care of the animals, anyway.
[GLASS SMASHING]
No other news, really.
Except that I love you, Siobhan.
And I miss ya.
And I hope I'll see
ya again someday.
If you ever come back home.
Come back home, Siobhan.
Yours sincerely,
your loving brother...
Padraic Suilleabhain.
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
[BARKS]
[WAVES CRASHING]
Suppose me house makes us quits.
If you'd stayed in your house,
that would've made us quits.
But you didn't, did ya,
so it doesn't, does it?
I'm sorry about your
donkey, Padraic.
Honestly, I am.
I don't fucking care.
Haven't heard any rifle fire
from the mainland in a day or two.
I think they're
coming to the end of it.
I'm sure they'll be at it again
soon enough, aren't you?
Some things there's
no movin' on from.
And I think that's a good thing.
Padraic.
Thanks for lookin' after
me dog for me, anyways.
Any time.
[SCATTING]
[SENTIMENTAL
OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]