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Caitlin:: The Ferryman - Jez Butterworth

Caitlin tells Mr. Muldoon that she's glad he came so she could say something she's wanted to for a long time. She describes how Seamus bought a used car that he meticulously cleaned every night and called "The Other Woman". When a friend told Caitlin the car was spotted parked under a tree in Belfast, she knew instantly that Seamus was dead, because he never would have parked it under a tree and risked it getting dirty from bird droppings. Caitlin asserts that if you truly know a person, you would understand that the parked location of the car meant Seamus had to be dead, a fact Mr. Muldoon never understood.

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Caitlin:: The Ferryman - Jez Butterworth

Caitlin tells Mr. Muldoon that she's glad he came so she could say something she's wanted to for a long time. She describes how Seamus bought a used car that he meticulously cleaned every night and called "The Other Woman". When a friend told Caitlin the car was spotted parked under a tree in Belfast, she knew instantly that Seamus was dead, because he never would have parked it under a tree and risked it getting dirty from bird droppings. Caitlin asserts that if you truly know a person, you would understand that the parked location of the car meant Seamus had to be dead, a fact Mr. Muldoon never understood.

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The Ferryman - Jez Butterworth

CAITLIN:

I’m glad you came here today, Mr Muldoon. Because it gives me the chance to say
something I’ve wanted to say for a long time.

Six months before Seamus disappeared he bought himself his first car. A Morris Marina.
Second hand. Five years old. A hundred pounds down. Spoiler on the back, and up there
on the windshield, ‘Caitlin and Elvis’. Every night, back from the plant, he’s out there
with the soap and the chamois, getting that thing like a mirror. We called her ‘The Other
Woman’.

About a week after he disappeared, I was here, at this house, and a man called by. It
was a friend of Seamus, a friend from school saying Seamus’d been spotted at Belfast
terminal, and in a street nearby, there was the car parked in the street there. The
Marina. I took one look at that car and I knew instantly that Seamus was dead.

You see, Mr Muldoon, it was parked under this tree. Under this huge sycamore. There’s
no way on God’s earth he would park that car under a big tree like that, and let the
pigeons, the gulls, the gannets, the shithawks crap all over it…

Sure, we’d drive around for half an hour to find a spot where there was no trees. It
would drive me crazy.

If you know a man. if you really know him…

It didn’t work, see. I knew. You never got me, Mr Muldoon. You never got me.

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