by he same author ‘The Beauty Queen of Leenane The Cripple of Inishmaan The Lonesome West A Skull in Connemara The Lieutenant of Inishmore Martin McDonagh Methuen DramaThe Lieutenant of iho was st permed byte Royal Shakespeare Company at The Ota lace, Statfrd-upor-Avn,o 1 Ai 201 The castwas asl ven Sharpe Davey ‘Trevor Cooper Donny David Wilmot Padraic To Pussy conor Meaney Janes (1981-1995) ‘Kerry Condon Mairead Calin Mace Chisy Glenn Chapman Joey Stuart Goodwin Brion Diet ty ison Milam Dasiedty Francis "Conor Ligingdesinedty Tim Mitchel _ erensm Wore eon tere Cineon? Fights by Terry King cng WAS Sound by Matt Meenzie Blue = meon “a Puen Manager Mark Graham . Castume Superior Alastair rth codes of Dialect Coach Charmin Hoare sf Conger wie nockby Charmin Haare and Andro Wade Mincl'255 ‘Stage Manager ilar Groves (nl March) Martin King Grom 3 March) Deputy Stage Manager Maddy Grant Assistant tage Manager Lynn HowardThe Lieutenant of Inishmore was first performed at the RSC, ‘The Other Place, Stratford-upon-Avon, on 11 April 2001 The cast was as follows: Donny Davey — Padraic Mairead James Christy Brendan Joey Director Wilson Milam Designer Francis O’Connor Lighting Designer Tirn Mitchell Sound Matt McKenzie ‘Trevor Cooper Owen Sharpe David Wilmot Kerry Condon Conor Moloney Colin Mace Stuart Goodwin Glenn Chapman ye x Pelee” Characters Donny, mid-jarties. Padrac’s father. From Inishmore Davey, seooten. Sigh coenveight, long hair. From Inishmore Padraic, twenty-one. Handsome. From Inishmore Mairead, sixleen. Cropped hair, pretty. Daves sister. From Tnishonore James, iaventes/thirtes. Norther Irish Christy, thirties /fotes. Northern Irish Brendan, twenty. Norther Irish Joey, twenty. Norther Irish ‘The play is set in 1993 on the island of Tnishmore, County Galway. \dromns, % Dalogre Shula - Stravee , eigen awh cia’ of Wash pea Tes ae Wey anyone ackyall 2 devstatement Davey Do you think he’s dead, Donny? Understtoments aye, Deomny picks up thelinp dead ct. Bits of Scene One Oy A catage on Inishmore circa 1993. Front dor in centre of back well, (P «window to itslef and right Exit stag lf toa bathroom, unseen, an open area forward right to signify another roo. A clock somewhere on back wall alongwith a framed piece of anbroidery reading Home ‘Steet Home’. Cupboards left and righ, a telephone on one of em. A“ auple of armchairs near the back wall and a table centre, on wikich, as of & the play begins, ies fe Donny, 9 os the middle-aged owner of the house, and Davey, a long-haired, slightly pudgy neighbour of secenten, stand staring quietly at this cat for aes moments. (awade: its brain plop cut. YEA Donny looks across ai Davey and puts the cat baci agai. «= Nephew * Donny Davey He might be in a coma. Would we ing the vet? Donny It's more than a vet this poor feck needs. Davey _Ifhe gave him an injection? Donny (pause) Donny steps back and kicks Davey wp the ate What was that fer?! Have this injection, you! e : of Davey (almost ying) Donny How many times have people told you, hairing down that bastarding hill on that bastarding bicycle? ee dither Davey I didn’t to I saw him lying Donny In the road me arsehole! wach the poor fella, I swear it! In the road : athe road Davey And I wasn’t hairing at all, was going slow. And a black lump ahead in the road I saw, and what the devi’s that, Tsaid to meself \ ye ‘cancatuce’ of iy 7 wacreases ne awake4 The Lieutenant of Inishmore Donny After you'd rode over him, aye, and then probably reversed! Davey Abcad in the road, I'm saying, and don’t be slinging reversed at me. Donny ['llbe slinging what I like! Davey And Iwas off me bike be that time anyway and just wheeling it along, and when I saw it was Wee Thomas didn’t I scoop him up and run him into you as quick as me legs could carry me? Donny The first thing che books say is don’t be moving an accident vietim till professional fecking help arrives, and a fool knows that! Davey Well, I don’t be reading books on cats being knocked down, Donny! Donny Well, maybe you should, now Davey Because there ano such books! . Donny... And maybe Thomas would still be with us then, Davey A car it must have been clobbered him. Donny No cars have been down that road all day, and when do cars ever come down that road? You're the only bastard comes down that lonely road and why? Because you're a cowshite ecjit with nothing better to do than roar * {own roads on your mas iy orn reason the tanh" to feel the wind in that gir’s mop o’hair of yours! (US Davey Ifyou're insulting me hair again, Donny Osbourne, I'l be off right this minute. After going out of me way to bring your cat in to you . Donay After squashing the life out of me cat, and he isn’t my cat atall.. ro Davey So as not to let the oul flies be picking the meat off him, A favour I was doing you. Scene One 5 Donny It's a favour now! With half of that cat's head poking out of the spokes of your wheels, Il bet, and it’s a favour you're doing me! Davey stares at Donny « moment, then darts out through the front A de may a et a ath sentinads fe brings it right over» reviewed for Donny 12 3, TET ISTFOnT wheel so that it’s almost in OP stereot4f53} Donny’s face, and stars slowly spinning it. guxteapes Davey Now where's your cat's head? Eh? Now where's your cat's head? Donny (depressed) Scraping it off on the way wouldn't have been a hard job. Davey There's no cat's head on that bicycle wheel. Not even a stain, nor the comrade of a stain, and the state of Wee Tommy you'd have had lumps of brain pure dribbling, Donny Put your bicycle out of me face, now, Davey. Davey Poor Wee Thomas's head, a bicycle wouldn't do damage that decent. Damage that decent you'd have to go ‘out of your way to do, Donny Your bicycle out of me face, I'm saying, or itll be (o your head there'll be decent damage done. Davey leaves the bike a the font door Davey Either a car or a big stone or a dog you'd need to do that decent damage. And you'd hear a dog. Donny And you'd hear a car. Davey (pause) You'd probably hear a big stone too. It depends on how big and from what distance. Poor Wee ‘Thomas. I did like him, I did. Which is more than Tecan say our Mairead’s cat. You'd give him a pat,6 The Licutenant of Inishmore sneer, But Wee Thomas was a friendly cat. He would always say hello to you were you to see him sitting on a wall. (Pause) Fic won't be saying hello no more, God bless him, Not with that lump oftbrain gone. (Pause) And you haven't had him Jong at al, have you, Donny? Wasn’t he near brand new? Donny He isn’t my fecking cat at all is what the point of the fecking matter is, and you know full well. Davey I don’t know full well. What... .? Donny Only fecking looking after the bastard I was the Davey Who were you fecking looking after him for, Donny? Donny Who do you think? Davey (pause) Not...not.. Donny Not what? Davey (with hor) Not your. . .not your Donny Aye Davey No! Donay Why else would I be upset? I don't get upset over cats! Davey Not your Padraic?! Donny Aye, my Padraic Davey OhJesus Christ, Donny! Not your Badraicin the INE Donny Do I have another fecking Padraic? Davey Wee Thomas is his? five years old. Davey Was he fond of him? Donny Of course he was fond of him. Davey Oh he'll be mad. Donny He will be mad. Davey Asif he wasn’t mad enough already. Padraic’s mad enough for seven people. Don’t they call him ‘Mad Padraic? Donny They do. Davey _Isn'tit him the IRA wouldn't let in because he was too mad? Donny It was. And he never forgave them for it. Davey Maybe he’s calmed down since he’s been travelling, Donny They tell me he's gotten worse. I can just see hs face after he hears. And I can just see your face too, after he hears your fault it was. I can see him plugging holes in it ‘with a stick. NS Davey (dropping o his knee) Oh please, Donny, I swear oe God it wasn't me ve saying my name to him, now. 783 Sure, Padraic would kill you for sweating near him, let ‘bone Vn ae ea te SagHE cpp Te poor fella Taughed at that %y ns tly scart he used to wear, and thatwas when he was 008 twelve?! Donny His first cousin too, that fella was, never minding twelve! And then pinched his wheelchair! Davey Please now, Donny, you won't be mentioning my name to him? Donny ges up and ambles around. Davey stands als. “The use of antitheis’ fo creak humour r bigignd tha ierwhivnl nacture af vlan8 The Lieutenant of Inishmore Donny Ifyou admit it was you knocked poor Thomas down, Davey, I wor’t tell him. If you carry on that it wasn’t, then I will. Them are your choices. Davey But it isn’t fecking fair, Donny! Donny _I don’t know ifitis or it isn’t. Davey I knew well I should’ve up and ignored the bastard when I saw him lying there, for if black cat crossing your path is bad luck, what must one of the feckers lying dead in front of you be? Worse luck. T killed Wee Thomas so, if that’s what you want to heat. Donny How? Davey How? However you fecking want, sure! I hit him with me bike, then I banged him with a hoe, then I jumped up and down on the feck! Denny You hit him with your bike, uh-huh, I suspected. But an accident it was? Davey An accident, aye. A pure fecking accident. > Donny Well... ‘air enough if an accident is all it was. Davey (pause) So you won't be mentioning my name so? Donny I won't be. Davey Good-oh. (Pause) When'll you be informing him of the news? Donny I'll give hima ring in a minute now. He has a mobile. Davey He'll be furious. Donny ['lltell him Pte him. Aye Davey Sure he'll know he’s more than poorly, Donny, when he sees them brains bubbling away Pil tell him Wee Thomas is poorly, FCyelic, repetitive, dialogue rented adosunrel sechivlentility of fussu EL oP Eseg Scene Gne 9 Donny He's poorly but there’s no need to be rushing ume, Tm saying Davey I'm with you now, Donny Donny Do you get me? He's just a tadeen off his food, like, I'l tel him And in a week I'll say he’s going downhill a bitecn: Aridi ahother week I'll say he passed away peaceful in his sleep, like. Davey You'll be letting him down easy. Donny ['llbe letting him down easy Davey You won't give him the bad news all at once. ‘You'll do it in stages, like. Donny Thc last thing we want is Padraic roaring home to a dead cat, now. Davey Oh Donny, that’s the last thing in the world you'd pwant. Donny That's the last thing you'd want too. You're the ‘bastard brained him, you've admitted, Davey goes 1 say something but doesn’, just suirms, Donny Eh? Davey Aye, aye, Iam the bastard ...(mambling) for feck’s sake Donny I'll give him a ring now, I will Davey (mumbling) Give him a ring self, aye, ya feck. anes Donny stands there biting his bottom lip, Davey goes to the door cand picks up hs bil .ow, for your fecsing Davey Drove on a-fecking-head I should've, Lknev! I'm too kind to litte things is my fecking trouble! Rees Donny picks up the telephone, staring atthe cat. Onw t fede seh ole10. The Lieutenant of Inishmore Donny Oh Wee Tommy, you poor beggar. As fecked up as you are, it mightn’t be long till we're just as fecked up as {you if that lube turns up. Just as fecked up? Twice as fecked up is more like. Davey Three times as fecked up probably, Donny, or maybe four times? Donny Be fecking off home you, ya cat brainer. Davey Iwill. And I'll be braining some more cats on me way home, cos it’s me fecking hobby now, so its. Donny (absenth) Don’t be braining any more cats, now. Davey sighs, rolls his eyes othe ceiling and wheels his bike ot Donny starts dialling a number slowly, sadly. Fade to black. Scene Two A desolate Northern Ireland warehouse or sme suck, Janes, a bare- hesled, bloody and braised man, hangs upside down, from the ceiling, tis fet bare and bloody. Padraic idies near him, wielding a cul- throat razor, his hands bloody. Around Padraic’ chest ae strapped ‘noo empty holsters and there are tun handguns on a table stag lf James is oying Padraic James? (Pause) James? James (sobbing) Wha’? Padraic Do you know what's next on the agenda? James I don’t. And I don't want to know Padraic I know well you don't, you big feck. Look at the state of you, off bawling like some fool of a girl James Isa fella not supposed to bawl so, you take his fecking toenails off him? James Pm sorry, Padraic Scene Two Padraic Or you'll make me want to give you some serious bother, and not just be tinkering with you. James Is toenails off just tinkering with me, so? Padraic tis. James Oh, it’s just fecking tinkering with me toenaib off Padraic James Hanley, don’t keep going on about your stupid fecking toenails! The way you talk it sounds as if took off rake of them, when it wi ‘00 1 took off, and them only small ones. If they'd been big ones I could understand, but they weren't, They were small. You'd hardly notice them gone. And if it was s0 concerned you ‘were about the health of them toenaib it would’ve beea ‘once in a while you cleaned out the muck from under :hem. James Well, you've saved me that job for good now eyes Ifit had been the two you'd've found it a devil to be ge:ting about. But with the pain concentrated on the one, if you can get hold of a crutch or a decent stick, 'm not sure if the General Hospital does hand them out but they might do, I don’t know. septic at the same time. I didn’t disinfect this razor at all, never do, I see no need, but they'd be the best people to ask, sure they're the experts. You'll probably need a tetanus jab too, oh there's no question. I do hate injections, Ido. { think Td rather be slashed with a razor than have an injection. 1 don’t know why. Of course, I'd rather have neither. You'll have had both by the end of the day. What a bad day you've had. (Pause) But, em... . [have lost me train of thought now, so I have.Scene Two 13 12 The Lieutenant of Inishmore read yo J James You've lost your train of thought? Uh-huh. As oe ‘Padraic Be picking your nipple, I’m saying! ge slow as that fecking train is, and you've lost it PL James _ Pall MeCarmey says it should be outight Ain kate Padraic (pause) ‘The next item on the agenda is which legaledl He sayeP Tess bad than booze and ic cures S05: nipple of yours do you want to be saying goodbye to. The epileptics Nideclo4 < Tight or the left? Padraic. Say goodbye to them both so. were h James No, now. Come on, now... ! James He has statistics, Padraic! pop cule concentrating on the other. I'll be giving him a nice sliceen James The right one! The right one! Snd then probably be feeding him to ya, but ifyou don't ae en pick and pick quick it'l be both of the boys you'll be waving pore re eae - ‘hand so thatthe nipple goodbye to, and waving goodbye to two tits when there's no ieee t.. need but to wave goodbye to one makes no sense at all as far s¥ Padraic Grit your teeth, James. This may hurt as I can see. In my eyes, like. In fact it’s the mark of a 2 : madman. So be picking your nipple and we'll get the ball > 7 rolling, for I have better things to do with me time than to ¥. GR,

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idle haze, when ts out on the streets pegging botles at even know they are, when they know well. They think coppers they should be. they're doing the world a favour, now. (Pause) I haven't been up to much else, really. I put boris in a couple of chip ye SF. James Sure, everybody smokes marijuana nowadays. shops, but they didn’t go off. (Pause) Because chip shops f RE RY Padraic don't! aren't as well guarded as army barracks. DoT need your" advice on planting bombs? (Pause.| I was pissed off, anyways. ‘The fella who makes our bombs, he's fecking useless. I think © iv ws? Oo James Well, maybe you should! It might calm you down!x » ¥ Gi4 The Liewtenant of Inishmore e he does drink. Either they go off before you're ready or they Adon't go offat all. One thing about the IRA anyways, as §° much as I hate the bastards, you've got to band it to them, they know how to make a decent bomb (Pause.) Sure, why would the IRA be selling us any of their bombs? They need them themselves, sure. Those bastards'd charge the earth anyways. I'l tell ya, I'm getting pissed off with the whole thing. Pve been thinking of forming a splinter group. (Pause) know we're already a splinter group, but there’s no law says you can’t splinter from a splinter group. A splinter ‘group is the best kind of group to splinter from anyways. Te shows you kinow your own mind (/hispering), but there’s someone in the room, Dad, I can't be talking about splinter groups. (Jo James, politely.) Pll be with you in a minute now, James. os James shu slight Padraic What was it you were ringing about anyways, aS" Dad? ON eS J. es drat’ fe ude bcs sins li ae Pause. Ps tears. yh ge? 7 ae yo Eh? What about Wee Thomas? (Pause) Poorly? How poorly, have you brought him to the doctor? (Pause.) How long has «© set he been off his food, and why didn’t you tell me when it first started? (Pause) He's not too bad? Either he’s poorly or he’s not too bad now, Dad, he’s either one or the fecking other, there’s a major difference, now, between not too bad and fecking poorly, he cannot be the fecking two at fecking once, now, (Cong hear. and you wouldn't be fecking calling me at all ihe was not too bad, now! What have you done to ‘Wee Thomas now, you fecking bastard? Put Wee Thomas on the phone. He's sleeping? Well, put a blanket on him and be stroking and stroking him and get a second opinion from the doctor and don’t be talking loud near him and Pl be home the first fecking boat in the fecking morning. Ar, you fecker, ya! non-Sensl cl sihahion } \. Padraic Ringworm? Is that serious, now? eames Sure, ringworm isn't serious at all. Just get him ee Scene Two 15 Padraic smashes the phone to pieces on the table, shoots the fees a few times, then sits there crying gusty, Pause. James _Is anything the matter, Padraic? Padraic Me cat’s poorly, James, Me best friend in the “f ay, x wtih ste). y ol as world, he 2 yw James What's wrong with him? x Padraie 1 don't know, now, He's off his food. ke MPs, ys James Sure that’s nothing to go crying over, being off his SY a ea os epeee ee oie wens PO e « wwe? ‘some ringworm pellets from the chemist and feed them hirn| ‘wrapped up in a bit of cheese. They don't like the tase of ringworm pellets, cats, so if you hide them in a bit of cheese he'll eat them unbeknownst and never know the diffe:, and he'll be as right as rain in a day or two, or at the outside three. Just don’t exceed the stated dose. Y"know, reac the instructions, like Padraic How do you know so much about ringworm? James Sure, don’t I have a cat of me own I love wth all ‘my heart, had ringworm a month back? Padraic Do ya? I didn’t know drug pushers had cats James Sure, drug pushers are the same as anybody ‘underneath. Padraic What's his name? James Eh? Padraic What's his name? James Em, Dominic. (Pause) And I promise not to sell ‘drugs to children any more, Padraic. On Dorninic’s if I promise. And that’s a big promise, because Dominic means more to me than anything.ees yo ae Nn ul 16 The Lieutenant of Inishmore Scene Three 17 eg Padraic (aus) Are you gipping me now, James? Qe OG aoe a we James Tm not sipping you. This ia serous abject, ”\ A country lane, Davey has his bike propped upside down ands .$ : Padraic approaches James with the razor and slices through the a uh / loing ly gb poping its hres. Distinctive whizzing shots from an Pn ropes tha bind him, Jaume fall othe lor in a heap, then haf picks \> “\¢ ios gn to sound, one pets ave} wd Himself up testing out his weight on his bloody oot. Padraic holsters we ye, dee da bind bb et others bouncing Te. is guns. wv er Davey Ar, ya fecker, Maircad! Ya big fecker, you! You Padraic How are them toes? Sd * soot me in the cheek there! ‘James They're perfect, Padraic. ok’ Shires shooting stops, Davey whimpering. Padraic You admit you deserved the toes at least? ek os Mairead (off) In the cheek, is it? James Oh I did. The toes and an arm, really. a ey 4 & [Davey You could’ve had me fecking eye out! Padraic Do you have money to get the bus to the *e & Mairead (entering) That was the object, to have your hospital? ree SN [fecking-exe out F've failed now. James I don't Mairead is a girl of sixteen ors, slim, prety, with close-cropped hai, army trousers, white T-shirt, snglases. She caries an ait fle Padbraic gives the confesed James some change. ‘and stars kicking Dawey’s bicycle into the ditch as he gets up, Padraic Because you want to get them toes looked at. examining his bloody check ‘The last thing you want now is septic tors, \g@'So Davey Leave me fecking bike alone, now! Isit not James Oh d'you know, that’s the last thing I'd want. . enough you shoot me in the Tace, let alone battering me os bicycle on top of it? Padraic I'm off to Galway to see me cat. Mairead No, it’s not enough! It’s not enough at all for Padraic exis your crimes! James (calling ow) And I hope by the time you get home D: What fecking ci tube?! Leave me fed he’s laughing and smiling and as fit as a fiddle, Padraic! aoe Pause. Sound of a distan: outer door banging sieut. He shoves Mairead away from the bike. She falls to the ground, then slowly picks herself up, cock her gun and ains it at Davey's Jace ahs (Hands raised) 1 didn't mean to push you that hard, Mairead, et > Ipromise. Don’, now! I'l be telling Mam on ya! Kt ee oe Mairead Go aly hi ive to te] - ane’ Mairead 2 tell Mam, only you'll have to tll 9" 2 (Crying) Thope that he’s dead already and buried in shite, you stupid mental fecking bastard, ya! Blackout ) Cgayeear, Cheauades Loveshadomng et (aie? decomaN ys hear that story? Mairead The news it was on. news, and when do you ever watch Davey It was on no ‘been a bomb in England gone off the news unless there's you can laugh o'er? Wedhyx OX, ates) Mairead A little bird did tell me, so oat Davey Wel, ifhe told you I did anything other than ride along slow and see a dead cat in the road and pick it up gentle and run it into Donny’s then that litle bird isa dirty fecking liar and I'll say ito that bird’s fecking face. (Pouse.) ‘That was the entire of it, Mairead. Sure, [have as much concem for the cats ofthis world as you do, only I don’t around saying it, because if went around saying it th call me an outright gayboy, and they do enough: ih ‘me hairstyle. Mairead lowers the gun and ils around. Davey You'd have blinded your brother over a dead cat Mairead I would. Without a question. Davey And then you say you're not mad. Mairead I'm not mad at all. Davey I could round up ten cows with only one eye would disagree. oh gy “A? Mairead Don't keep bringing them cows’ eyes up! Them! litical protest! cows? eyes was a Javey Against cows? Sure, what have cows done? Against the fecking meat trade, and you know ae o ones eo Mairead x oa aes ae RS @ Scene Three 19 18 The Lieutenant of Inishmore oes 7 wets om Mairead “The poor cat you rammed wo skiterihis 4°" y (> Davey I can't see how shooting cows in the eves going x morning is, what porn got into my mad head at all. — Ra to do any damage to the meat trade, now. we Dar Ah, feck, I rammed no cat at all! How did you Cot - Mairead Ofcourse you can't, because you're a thick. 5 vey. & Don't you know that if you take the profit out of the meat swt trade itl collapse in on itself entirely, and there's no profit at all in taking ten blind cows to market, I'l tll ya. There’s loss. For who would want to buy a blind cow? biptomss 4 ag Davey Noone, one now Mairead No one is right. Solin those circumstances I asi has gone fall see cows as valid targets, though my{ cH tilt since the Sate are valic Te scr onyennconie | —— otoneer Neder | a ’s only wee lads and their bicycles you see te Irish OBR ad apne fon - tap eof ali suspected of doing damage W ealit U5 }:94-9 ‘et vecsastan Davey Well, was doing no damage to that cat. I as yinuam Velen valve to help that eat, and help Donny too, and ama’ I still, "2 ‘uying to help Donny, running arse-faced errands I'ma gested dead man if fail n Mairead If they're Mairead What errands? Davey _He’s got me roaming the country to finda black cat identical to his Wee Thomas, so that when Padraic roars home at high noon tomorrow it won't be a cat with a half a head we'll be placing in his arms. Mairead Sure, do you think Padraic’s thick? Davey What we're banking on is that Padraic’s as thick as a mongo fecking halfwit. Mairead pokes his bloody check Mairead Don’t be saying mongo halfwit about a brave son of Erin, now, David! Davey I won’tbe, Mairead.& Seu "A ses - seit nen Mairead (singing) “The last | met was a dying rebel J 20. ‘The Lieutenant of Inishmore Mairead Padraic’ll be able to tell the differ straight off between a cat that’s his and a cat that isn’t. Sure, isn’t he a second-lieutenant at the age of twenty-one, sure? Davey He is, aye, a second-lieutenant. In his own brain if nowhere else Pdhapom Mairead Sure, ever its own separate personalit * sure, not to mention its eyes and its ae (Boge Sr Rewer has a diferent personality to any cat. Any catTve ever known, anyways... Davey Aye. He’s a snooty little bitch. Mairead He's no snooty itde bitch. Davey He's a snooty bitch and he tore two of me X-men the other day and on purpose Mairead Good on Sir Roger, so. Davey So don’t be defending him. Mairead 1 will do what I wish Davey Is me check sill bleeding? Mairead. Itis. Davey (gue) Ya feck Davey sels up his bike again and starts pumping it as before. Mairead idles, swinging her gun around her fingers and singing ‘The _Dying Rebel Davey Ar, don’t be singing your fool fecking rebel songs again, now, Mairead! Mairead (singing) “Kneeling low I heard him say, God bless my home in dear Cork Gity, God bless the cause for which I die bakith penuy soot Davey (singing over her last line~ Moterbead) “The ace of / JOup— spades! The ace of spades!” Using pp Ou lhine to deraon itor joleolegical Scene Three 21 Christy, Northem Irish, in a dark suit, porting an eyepatch, enters right, walking along the road. He stops as he’s about to pass the to. Christy Howdo? Davey Howdo? Christy That's a nice wee gun. Mairead Christy (1o Davey) thinking, It gets the job done. T’ve seen you somewhere before, I'm Davey I don’t know ifyou have or you haven't Christy Today, even, it may’ve been. I remember your girly hair Davey tus Christy Weren't you the fella I saw rode over the cat on the road this morning? Davey rid over no cat! Mairead backs off, slem-face, sits on a rock stage leftand stares at Davey throughout. Davey is avare of this, neoous, Christy Did you not, now? I must be mistaken, so. Davey I rode up toa cat, slow, and when I saw he was in a bad way I xan him into the fella he belongs to to try and save him, as fast as me legs could carry me. Ghristy The fella whose he is must've been upset. Davey He was upset. And the cat isn't even his either. It’s another fella’s Ghristy Is that fella upset? Davey He will be tomorrow when he gets home. He thinks it’s only poorly. It isn’t poorly. It’s buried in his, potatoes. Christy Uh-huh, What time will this other fella be home? Con piper diffe22. The Lieutenant of Inishmore Scene Four 25 Davey [amn’t half finished yet, Don't be criticising until Davey Uh. his you've seen the finished job now, Donny. twelve, I think. Aye, twelve. Christy nods and begins to walk off ae mr sand begins t walk off stage ie Donny staggers to the anmchair lft and sits, taking another swig. Christy All the best to yous. Davey Fella? Will you tell me sister you were wrong when \WiS you said I rid over that cat? Isn’t it right you only saw me Tide up to it, slow, like, if anything at all you saw? Davey And don’t be hogging that poteen. Donny _Itis my poteen to hog Davey goes over and takes a swig himself then continues om te cat Donny As soon as he walks through the door he'll know ‘Christy (pause) T'was brought up be Jesuits. And thie thin, , See a that isn’t his cat, Sure that cat's orange. \the Jesuits tell you, ‘It’s a terrible thing to go lying.’ Of eee la’ eyes car offen play tries on him, especialy when he only has one eye, but as sure as shite I'd swear you = Q Lovibwoation aimed for that cat’s head full-pet, then near enough of nash Teversed on the fecker. Pl be seeing you Cyyprcwtt Davey He won't be orange by the time I've finished with the feck, He’ll be black as a coon. Donny You should've got a black cat at the outset, never minding coons “4 LowmnaviGen, Christy exits stage fl. Mairead cocks her rif oy Davey waves the cat in the ar. Davey I did no such : id is a0"Pavey Ifyou don't like the cat I got you then T'l take the Davey sprint offstage right, covering his face a he goes. He [us — fecker and go. We didn’t come here to be criticised al ‘ c wspAe> | Doamy Stay and be finishi long-haired goob. Be ‘Son hs aay Stay and be finishing, ya long-haired goo fade tr ‘a4 ura) putting some on his gob, there. He’s pare orange on his gob athl Mairead And only the fecking start this is, Davey Gk, V shock. Davey (continuing painting the cat) Five mile I roamed Claven! You'll be dead as that ‘the time this is over, if not more dead, ya feck, ya! Scene Four Night. Donny ’s house. Donny is standing, swigging poteen from the botle, his hands black, watching Davey trying to cover a ginger ‘atin black shoe polish and doing aver poor job of it. Both men are very drunk Donny He'll suspect. Davey He won't Donny (aus) He will, now. looking for a black cat, and walking, after me bitch sister bashed up me bicycle, and no black cats was there, or if there was they was being played with be children, and I am no man to be pinching cats off of children. Donny Aye. No guts for the job. I knew well Davey It isn't guts at all. Irs having enough of a heart not to make poor gasurs go erying. (Mumbled) And their mams were there anyways. Donny I'll bet their mams were there. And if you were any kind of a man at all you'd’'ve walked up to them mams ‘and said ‘I'm taking yere kids’ cat’, and if they'd put up 2 show you could've given them a belt, and then trampled on the bitches!24 The Lieutenant of Inishmore Davey I'm no man to go trampling on mams. Not for the sake of a cat anyways, Would you've liked your mam trampled on when she was alive? Donny —Many’s the time I trampled on my mam when she was alive, After she'd died I stopped. There seemed no sense. Davey What did you go trampling on your mam for? Donny Ab, she'd get on me nerves. Davey Ian see where your Padraic does get his outlook on life now. Donny That awful, hairy chin on her. (Pause) Let me have a crack at that cat, now. You do a poor job of cat covering. Donny gets up and Davey Lts him take over, siting down withthe poet. Davey Iwas trying to make the polish go further. There's hardly a smatter left. Donny Ifyou knew it was an orange cat you were bringing you should've brought your own shoe polish, and not go skittering away mine. Davey _Isit orders you're pegging me now? Donny You should've come prepared. This cat's going to end up only half black, and if he goes licking himself in the night on top of it, the jig'l truly be up, boy. Davey (pause) Cats are forever licking themselves. I don’t know why. More than dogs. It must be something in their Drains. Aye. Donny (funny vice) 1.arn putting some on your head now, baby, be closing your eyes so they will not be stinging and you would go crying. Davey That cat’s an awful cry-baby. Donny Where did you get this cat? omar Scene Four 25 Davey Ah, just off somebody. Donny It does have a tag. What's its name, now . ..? Davey Sir Roger. Donny Sir Roger. That’s funny name for a cat. Davey Its. It was probably some mental case named that Donny Will take his name tag off, Davey? Else that'd give the game away straight off Davey Take it off, aye, else Padraic’d be reading it and know straight off by the name it wasn’t Wee Thomas That ‘was intelligent thinking, Donny. Donny Tknow well it was. I don’t need your opinion on Anny intelligencientiousness oF Donny t2sses tr vne tag onto « cupboard let “Davey (paws) We could tell him Wee Thomas hasa disease makes him go orangey-looking. Donny We could, d’'you know? Davey And smell of shoe polish Donny Do you think that'd work, Davey? Davey No. Donny What did you fecking say it for, so? JA), Davey Just for the sake of it, Donny. Beth Donny tuts Davey Was that true, Donny, about you trampling on your mam, now? Donny (smiling) I was exaggerating a biteen, Davey I was thinking. Donny I did kick her once but that was all I did.26 The Lieutenant of Inishmore eae 27 a Davey Iwas thinking. Your mam’d have to have done Seems] Eive rye” wr something awful wrong for you to go trampling on her. I selte (OME Povey mam. Love her more than anything, Love her more we a Christy, Brendan. ee ss sa Nene | than anything. frm the cer to, Chasity eats beans from’a can. AU! have Northen Donny is almost running out of shoe polish. The cat is less than half Trish accents. covered, ooking completely ridiculous. Christy Come over and eat some beans, you Davey Mm. 1 do ike the smell ofshoe polish, T do. Joey Tdon' cat beans with fellas the likes of ye Donay The same as that, Ido | Brendan The babby’s going erying now The two of them snif their black hands deeply Tedoes make you want to eat it Joey Pm not going crying either. Christy Don't start arguing again, you two. Davey’ [i dees: Haveson eve tied Brendan Shitting his knickers at the job he has in band, jonny When I was you Deany ae Joey Shitting me knickers? Do you want to see me Davey The same as that. Isn’t it coarse? knickers to see if they're shitted? Donny _Itis. And they know what you've been doing be Brendan I don’t! i the state of your tongue. 4 Joey No shitiis there at all in my knickers. I've the balls to Davey And then they laugh at you. take on any feck. No matter how big or grand. But waat I don’t have, I don’t have to go out of me way to pick on wee fellas I’m twenty times bigger than and who are unarmed, and who never will be armed because they have no arms. i Just paws. i ‘What do you think, Davey? Will we get away with i? Christy We none of us enjoyed today's business, Jocy-o, Davey considers for a fw moments but hasn't the plan worked? And like the fella said, ‘I D __ He'll put a gun to our heads and blow out what — ‘thinkit was. little brains we have. — Donny (laughing) He will! Blackout. Donny Aye. (Pause) There we go, now ‘He finishes polishing the cat, then holds him up high in the air for Davey to se Brendan It wasn't Marx, no. Christy Who was it then? Brendan [I don’t know, now. It wasn’t Mars is all saying, Christy Oh, Brendan, you're always cutting people down and saying who didn’t say things. A fool can say who didn’t» S x * i“ ee e Y .f fy ae 28 ‘The Lieutenant of Inishmore and say who did say things. » put your neck on the line say things. It takes intelligence go Brendan _I suppose it does, but it wasn’t Marx, isall Ym saying. Christy So who was it then? Brendan I don't know! a Christy Itwas some feck to do wi Brendan It may have been, and it probably was. It sat sounds like something them fecks would say. What I'm saying, Christy, it wasn’t fecking Marx, now! Christy There's no talking to this fella Brendan Not on the subject of quotes, no. Joey (pause) Ye've changed the subject on me. Christy What was the subject? Joey Battering in the head of an innocent cat was the subject! I don’t remember agrecing to batter cats when I joined the INLA. Brendan What cat did you batter? Me and Christy battered that cat without a lick o” help from you. Joey Being associated with cat battering, I’m saying. os vont mn é ad x ‘eet oe oe SOUR eet we rom Brendan Well, don’t claim credit for battering a cat you never lifted a finger to batter. Joey I won't claim credit for battering a cat, because there is no credit in battering a cat. Battering a catis easy. There’s no guts involved in cat battering. That sounds like something the fecking British’d do, Round up some poor Irish cats and give them a blast in the back as the poor devils were trying to get away, like on Bloody Sunday Brendan “they, Christ ‘never shot cats on Bloody Sunday, did ON Je Scene Five 29 Joey It’s the same principle I’m saying, ya thick Brendan Oh, the same principle. Joey T'd've never joined the INLA in the first place if I'd mown the battering of cats was to be on the agenda. The s0,likeoul jas about Sper ¥ Bequent ples 90h Tie to Brendan Aye. The Irish National Being Nice To'Cats 4 aumbew Anny. of INLA internal feuds Joey I would. Only I know you two'd blow me away for rex 1 it, alter probably killing me goldfish first Sie Brendan) SuiejyouNeno olay. fy filer exch ‘Joey Iwas making a fecking comparison! ane Christy (gous) We none of us enjoyed killing that cat, Joey-o. Iwas near crying meself, even as I brought me gun ‘winging down the fourth and fith times, and the blood spraying out of him. But hasn’tit worked? Haven't we lured the Madman of Aran home to where never once wil he be Jooking behind him for that bol from the blue he knowsis some day coming? It won't be so quick then he'll be to g9 forming splinter groups, and knocking down fellas ike poor Skank Toby, fellas who only do the community a service, and do they force anybody to buy their drugs? No. And dlon’t they pay us a pound on every bag they push to go freeing Ireland for them? Isn't it for everybody we're out freeing Ireland? That's what Padraic doesn’t understand, is.» it isn't only for the schoolkids and the oul fellas andthe babes unborn we're out freeing Ireland. No. It’s for the > _ junkies, the thieves and the drug pushers too! ROR Joey Aye. And for the cat batterers on top of it! 4 Reeves from “The Trou indandivg Vicks, HA alluace ts apt agus WrPOse30. The Lieutenant of Inishmore | Brendan and Christy store hatefully at Joey a second, then sloely get up, spread ou, take out ther uns and point them at him. Joey, scared, stands and points his gun back at them Christy Iwas making a good speech there and you ruined it! Brendan He did, Christy. He ruined your speech on you Let's pepper him. | Joey Ab, let’s not point our guns at each other. Sure, ‘we're all friends here, Christy I thought we were friends, aye, but then you keep dragging dead cats into the equation. Joey I'msorry, Christy. Ihave a fondness for cats is all Tm sorry. Christy You want to get your priorities right, boy. Is it happy cats or is it an Ireland free we're after? Joey It’s an Ireland free, Christy. Although I'd like a ‘combination of the two. Christy cocks his gun Joey It’s an Ireland free, Christy Pause. Clarissty lowers his gum and collects kis belongings. After a | ‘second the other tvo put their guns away alto | | Christy Good, For won't the cats of Ireland be happier too when they won't have the English coming over : bothering them no more? vt o jes c Christy Do you know how many cats:Oliver Cromwell Killed in his time? Peer Brendan Lots of cats. | Christy Lots of cats. And burned them alive. We have a | yi way to go ec have not another word on the cat matter. Collect up your gear. Scene Five 31 ‘We'll lie low in a barn or somewhere tonight. Twelve noon the little fat lad said Padtraic wouldn’t be home till, and he had no need to lie. We'll arrive at ten past, and enter blasting, ‘The others collect their gear and move off lf Christy Did I tell you how I fecked up the fat flla with his sister, saying it was him killed the cat? I said, “The Jesuits say you should never tella lie, boy, so F'l have to tell the truth on that subject.” Ha ha. Brendan Except it isn’t the Jesuits who say that at all, Christy _Is it not? Who is it then? Brendan I don’t know, but it isn’t the Jesuits Christy Are you starting again? Brendan Starting what? Christy Starting your saying who didn’t say things. Brendan I'm not starting anything. I’m just saying it isn’t the Jesuits Christy So who is it? rendan_I don’t know! » Christy suppose it was fecking Marx! - oY Brendan (exiting) It may have been fecking Marx. Ido not know. What I’m saying for sure is it isn’t the fecking Jesuits Christy (exiting) Get ahead on the fecking road, you! ‘The voices of the three fade to mumbles off stage. Pause. Mairead ‘ idles on from stage right, having overheard their conversation, She staes aff after the men a second, broods thoughifly, then cocks her air rife Blackout.Scene Six Another roadside. Night, moonlight. Mairead, in lipstick and a litle ‘make-up for once, eans against a wall, singing quitly “The Patriot Gare’, the air rife on the wvall beside her. Mairead (singing) ‘Come all ye young rebels and list while Ising. The love of one’s land is a terrible thing, It banishes {ear with the speed of a flame, and it makes us all part of the patriot game. Padraic enlas right and slowly moves along the road towards her. ‘Though she’s noticed him she continues singing. Mairead (singing) ‘Oh my name is O'Hanlon, and I've {just gone sixteen. My home is in Monaghan, there I was ‘weaned. I was taught all my life cruel England’s to blame, Scene Six 38 Padraic You have. Upwards ifnot outwards, From a distance I thought " Npmickoa?, then at ailk shocking hair. Mairead (hiding hurt) Is that a nice thing to say to 2 girl ‘comes to meet you off the boat the early morning? Padraic I suppose it’s not, but that’s the way Tam. Mairead The girls must be falling over themselves to get to you in Ubster so, if them’s the kind of compliments you be paying them, Padraic A few have fallen but I paid no mind, Not while there was work to be done ridding Erin of them jackboot hirelings of England’s foul monarchy, and a lot of the girls up North are dogs anyways, so it was no loss ye and so I'm a part of the patriot game.” é x Mairead Do you prefer Inishmore girls, so? Padraic ssn font of hr, having ined nom hr ate Smee ma ue Padraic | don't. oo & NE look at each other a iehle Re os, ry Pade It’s a while since heard that oul song. Wasn't it Mairead You don’t prefer boys? rae ‘one of the Behans wrote that? Padraic 1 do not prefer boys! There’s no boy-preferers So Mairead Itwas. Dominic involved in Irish terrorism, I'l tell you that! They stipulate when you join, oe SvPadraic {about lo move on) Sinediaiee Ba oe we oa Mairead still have respect for them. Lieutenant. Padraic (paus) You're not Seamus Claven’s daughter? Mairead Iam. You remembered me, s0. Padraic Iremember you chasing me begging to bring you when I left to free the North, and that when you were ten Mairead Eleven. I’m sixteen now. Ifyou get me meaning. Haven't I grown up since? Mairead Good, cos there’s a dance at the church hall Friday would you take me to? Padraic Amn't I after telling you? I'm interested in no / social activities that don’t involve the freeing of Ulster. Mairead But that narrows it down terrible Padraic Sobeit. Mairead (pause) There's a film on at the Omniplex about the Guildford Four next week. Isn't that close enough? Padraic ‘didn’t | do it, they. took the blame and been proud. But ‘no, they did nothing but whine.34 The Lieutenant of Inishmore Mairead We could go Dutch! Padraic (genth) No, Mairead. (Pause.) Why did you come to meet me this far out of your way? Mairead (sulkib) Padraic Just to ask me out, was it? Ah. (Rufles her hair) T see you still have your oul popgun there you wanted to give me that day. A lot of use that would've been to me up North. Mairead _It does do the job for me OK. No reason. Padraic I suppose it does. There's not a heifer left with eyesight on Aran, I'll bet Mairead (pacing angrih) Everybody slings me cow blinding al:me, no matter how many years go by! What nobody ever ‘mentions is it was from sixty yards I hit them cows’ eyes, ‘which is bloody good shooting in anybody's books. If Pd walked bang up to them I could understand it, but I didn’t, 1 gave them every chance. Padraic Ah, hold your horses, Mairead, I was only fooling with you. I meself once shot a fella in the eye with a ‘crossbow, but that was from right next to him. Sixty yards is marvellous going, Mairead You can’t be getting round me that easy Padraic Mairead, now Mairead And you can forget the message I had for you too! Padraic What message? Mairead No message. Padraic No, what message did you have for me? (Suddenly upset, suspicious) Tt wasn’t me cat the message was about? Mairead Ifit was or ifit wasn't I don’t know, I have forgot Scene Six 35 Patraic angrily pulls out both his guns and points them at Mairead’s head, Padraic Tell me the fecking message now, ya bitcheen! Has me cat gone downhill or what the feck is it? Eh? Poised, disgusted and superior, Mairead picks up her air rifle, cooks it, and, while Padraic still has his guns to her head, points te rife towards one of his eyes, so that the bare is abmast resting against it. Pause. Padraic Do you think I’m joking? | Matron Dasoutirane pnb" Mairead 1 don'thave. Padraic I'll take your word. Padraic lovers his guns. Mairead pauses a moment or eo, her rifle tll up to his fac, then she lowers it alo. Mairead Will you etme join up this time when you go. back, so, ifm such a tough oul feck with balls? _ Padraic We don’t be letting girls in the INLA. No. 4.0 Unless pretty girls. What was the message? paar Mairead (almost tearful) Unless pretty girls? Not even aan middling-looking girls who can put a cow’s eye out from a) sixty yards? Padraie No, We have no call for girls with them attributes. Mairead Unfair to women that sounds. Padraic No, just fair to cows. (Pause) What was the ‘message, Mairead? Was it about my Wee Thomas, now? Mairead Your final word on the matter is you won't let me in the INLA, so? Not ever? subs Ane iene Of rela 6 passive fe os en ht Wish Pol cal st,* x a gy & S ty iy 36 The Lieutenant of Inishmore Padraic Not as long as Ihave any say in the INLA. I's for your own good I'm saying this, Mairead. Be staying home, now, and marry some nice fella, Let your hair grow out a tadeen and some fella’s bound to be looking twice at you some day, and if you to cook and sew t00, SNF ure, thav’d double your chances. Maybe treble 8 a a x Mairead (pause) ‘The message was Wee Thomas is over, the worst of it, but be hurrying home to him, just to be on the safe side, now. Padraic He's over the worst of it? Mairead He is Padraic (estat) Oh, God love you, Mairead, I could kiss you! Padraic grabs Mairead in his arms and bises hr, a hiss of ‘thanks at frst, which lengthens into something much more sensual. They break, both a tle disturbed. Padraic smiles uncomfortably and hares off stage left. Mairead stares atthe ground a while, singing quilly to herself, bu with a tle more thought forthe words than befor. Mairead (singing) “And now as I lie with my body all holed . .. I think of the traitors who bargained and sold ‘And I'm sorry my rifle has not done the same . . . for the Quislings who sold out the patriot game.’ Mairead looks of stege loft afer Padraic. Blackout Scene Seven Early blue dawn. Donmy’s house. Five 'lock, Donny and Davey sill boozed, Donny in the armchair left, slespy, Davey sitting on the lor right, holding a wooden cross he's made, its lower ‘piece sharpened toa point, and along the orosspiece of wohich he finger ‘paints in shoe polish the words ‘Wee Thomas’. The shoe-poished cat ‘fiom earlier idles around where he pleases. Empty cat basket on table ‘eh Scene Seven 37 Remember now. Til remember. (Pause) To be waking me! Aye. Donny There’s nothing more can be done till we're sober and it’s light out, so well have a wee sleep and be up bright and early to fix the final touches so not a thing will he suspect. Davey Aye. Donny So be remembering to be waking me. Iwill. Donny You're a light sleeper, s0 you say. Davey I'man awful light sleeper. Not only that, I have a thing in me head I can force meself to wake up bang on any hour I've decided on the night before. And not only the hour. The minute! Y'know, like a ninja. Davey (yaning) Donny How did you get that in your head? Davey Its thing I’ve had since I was a child. Donny Creepy, that sounds. Davey Aye, it is creepy. Donny Sct your head for nine in the morning, 30. Davey Donny (pause) What's that you're doing? Mc head is set, you do not have to ask. Davey shows Donny the finished cross. Davey _It’s.a cross for Wee Thomas. Look, it says ‘Wee ‘Thomas’. Donny Davey [think it is, but it has to be drying, now. ‘That's a well-made cross.38 The Lieutenant of Inishmore Davey sets the cross face down om the floor, tops it for luck, puts the cat in the cat basket, giving him a pat, and goes and sits inthe caxrachair right, huddlng up init fr sleep. Donny _In the morning, too, we'll have to go over the place with a toothcomb to make sure we've left nothing to give the game away his cat’s dead. Davey We will, aye, although I think we've covered everything, Donny (pause) And you'll be remembering to wake me? Davey Me head is set for nine, Donny. I'm going to get angry soon Donny Nighty-night, so. | Davey Nighty-night, aye Donny Don’tlet the bedbugs be biting, Davey I won'tet them. The two men sit there, falling asleep. Slow fade to black Donny And you'll remember to be waking me? Davey looks across at Donny stemly. Donny snigges. Davey laughs to. They sete down to sec. Scene Eight Donay’s house. Twelve noon. Donny and Davey asleep in their anachars, hands stil black. Thomas’s cross still ying onthe foo, the polished cat aslep inthe cat basket, only half visible, puring. | Padraic enta through the front door guizly, happily and, on secing | ‘the two men asleep, calls out in a wohisper, looking for his cat. } Padraic Thomas? Wee Thomas? Here, baby. Daddy's | home. Are you not well, loveen? I've some ringworm pellets \*(, Ly 0X here for ya. Scene Bigh: 39 Pause. Padraic notices the cat asleep in the baske, goes over tit and, confused, rns his fingers along is back. His fingers come axsay black and he smells them. He idles back tothe sleeping Davey, spots Davey’s black hands, raises one of tham to get a btier look at then ats it drop. Davey remains aslep. Still confused, Padraic mtices the cross on the lor and picks it up. As he reads its inscription his face drops, from sadness to fia, just as Dawey begins t9 wake, streth his arms, open is eyes and sce Padraic. Davey Feck me! Padraic siorms over to Davey, wrenches him up by the hair takes. 1 gest ca posed al Datey sto aepniae, ae™ Donny. Padraic ( Davey) Where's me cat? Eh? Where’s me fecking cat? s / Donny (siapib) Are you home, Padraic? —Vielonce 0 aback Wi ttr the Padraic Where's me fecking cat, I said? of donde Still whimpering, Dawey points a shaky finger atthe cat basket, — pare] Donny, regaining his senses, is now fearf 00 ee ny, regaining Seal Onken f Padraic Eh? Donny He has a disease makes him go orangey, Padraic. Davey 1 forgot to wake you, Donny! fe Padraic Oh, he has a disease makes him go orangey; does he? Davey (high-pitched, breathless) And stnell of shoe polish! Padraic drags Davey io the cat basket. Donny stands Padraic So this is Wee Thomas, is it? Donny Itis Davey tis. Donny We think.‘The Lieutenant of Inishmore Scene Eight 41 ss Padraic Oh, hello there, Wee Thomas. It’s nice to be Donny We didn’t see him in the road at all, Padraic. This secing you again after all this time. fella clobbered him with his bike and then pegged stones at _secing you agin after al this ime Donny _I suppose he's changed since last you saw him, i Padraic. Oh, cats do change quick. Davey Not at all, Padraic! Padraic Changed quick, isit, Dad? 4 Donny Admitted, he has! ‘He shots the sesping cat, point blank, It explodes in a ball of blood / v Davey Ahead in the lonely road I saw him lying, and ran Bar To Dace bags aMA itera Donny pus his him inside then as quick as me legs could carry me, and me hands to his head. Padraic shoves Davey’s face into the bloody cat only crime, if | have one at all, was moving the victim before 10 stop hon screwing professional help arrived, but with Wee Tommy's head strung a mile o’er the road, I assumed the niceties wouldn’t con ornso fiftieth fecking time, this is! S PDonay And pegged stones, Padraic. Jaattr q Sy Donny We think he’s run away! Davey Pegged stones me are! This fom a fella feeds his brinold, cat nothing but Frostes. issues Padraic You think he’s run away, do ye? o Donny _I do not feed him Frosties, Padraic! I buy cat food ) « Ee eet and god cat food. Sheba half the time, I buy hi nds. | oy Davey. Davey Sheba bollocks, and I'll give you a pound ifany 9 (4 mpl yy QPNaP te darwhy theseshewigen? ye Ye Padraic angrily holds up the dead bloody cat from the basket, then throws it in through the door tothe bathroom siage lft Donny 1 do buy Sheba, Padraic ¥ SX Is that why this fecking thing, so? Padraic rifles through a couple of drawers until he finds some rope, Ie then uses tote Dommy’s hands to his fet behind his back. s Padraic bangs Donny in the face with the crucifix and holds it in iinet he es a fe fant of hon Donny (scared) Oh, Padraic, don't be tying me hands a : behind me back, now. We know what you be doing to fellas Denny (6 Davey) “Tknew you'd mare's merake their hands you tie behind their back . somewhere along the line, you! 7 Davey What does he be doing to them, Donny? Tickling Padraic Is Wee Thomas dead, now? Answer me! them, Donny (pause) He is, Padraic. Donny gives him « look. Padraic puts his head in his hands and lets out a long, deqp moan, Davey (crying). Iwas just trying to keep me hopes up. baeeiia i (oidernbnoni Padraic ties Davey in the seme way as Donny, during which Davey We did sec him in the road, Padraic Davey manages to getup some ner Sheba you can find in this feck’s cupboards {i wih enOven Padraic (screaming) Shut up!!we" Xs ak 42. The Lieutenant of Inishmore Davey (angrib) Sure, I was only trying to save the feck was how I became involved! Padraic Some cat is a feck now, is he? Davey He is! And you are too, Padraic Osbourne! And I don’t care if you do blow the head off me. You're a mad Aap thick feck and everybody knows that you are! So there! 1 SQ, Donny (shied) Ob, Davey boy -« Padraic Let's see you with a bit of a haircut, so, if'm such a mad thick feck. Padraic fakes out bowie knife and starts roughly hacking off all of Davey’s hair Davey Atjnotime Nair! Sure, this just confirms you're a mad thick feck! Padraic I'd be scared the bullets wouldn't be getting through this gin’s minge. Donny Ah, don’t be killing us, Padraic, Sure, we didn't mean for Wee Thomas to die. Padraic Wee Thomas was in your care, Me only friend in the world for fifteen years, and then into your care I put him Davey Fifteen years? Sure, he'd had a good innings, Padraic. Aargh! Padraic And Wee Thomas is now dead. 1 facts this tribunal needs. Donny What tribunal? Davey Them facts are only circumstantial The haircut finshed, Padraic ioses the knife aside and takes out his two handguns. Padraic These guns are only circumstantial, so, and so too your brains'll be only circumstantial as they leave your heads and go skidding up the wall .em’s the only va U S \yP (oN ee sort haem Her Davey That sentence makes no sense at al. Donny (to Davey) Do you have to get him even more Padraic puts a gun to the back ofeach oftheir heads Padraic Be making any final confession you have, now, before you go meeting yere maker. Maybe a rabbit yoa knifed, or a pony you throttled. Davey I'm making no confession because there's nething in the world I've done wrong. Padraic (!vDonny) What about you? Donny (pause) I confess, so, to feeding him Frosties now and then, but only now and then, Padraic, and there does be nutrition in Frosties, and the fella seemed to like them. Padraic And that’s all you confess? Well, straight to hell you'll be going, so, because I know well a hundred otker crimes you've committed in your time. Donny What other crimes? Padraic We don’t have time to be making outa fall list but trampling on your mam all them times'l do for a start- off Davey You did trample on your mam! Donny Ten years ago, that was! Padraic There's no statute of limitations on mam, trampling, Dad. Now shut up while < make me speech Sill pointing the guns at ther heads, Padraic cocks them. Donny and Davey shiver tearfully. The clack on the wall is just reacking ‘toene ten Padraic Ye have killed me cat and ye've ruined me life, for what Pve got to live for now I do not know Davey You could get another cat.44 The Lieutenant of Inishmore Padraic hils Davey with the but of his gun Padraic Iwill plod on, I know, but no sense to it will there be with Thomas gone. No longer will his smiling eyes be there in the back of me head, egging me on, saying, "This js for me and for Ireland, Padraic. Remember that,’ as 'd lob a bomb at a pub, or be shooting a builder. Me whole world’s gone, and he'll never be corning back to me. (Pause) What I want ye to remember, as the bullets come out through yere foreheads, is that this is alla fella can be expecting for being so bad to an innocent Irish cat. Goodbye to ye, now. Donny and Davey nse up. Davey Goodbye Donny Goodbye, Padraic.. Donny and Davey tense up again. Pause. There is aloud knock at the front door. Padraic: uncocks his guns. Padraic (sighing) You could’ve told me you were expecting someone. Donny I wasn't Padraic goes tothe door Padraic Well, don’t try anything or ye'll be getting it ‘worse Davey (whispered Donny) Sure, how can we get it any worse, sure? Padraic opens th font door wide. Standing there are Christy, Joey and Brendan, smiling, ter hands behind their backs Padraic laughs, happy to see them. Christy Howdo. Scene Bight 45 Padraic Christy! What the feck are you fellas doing out a He tums his back on them, goes back to the two kneeling men and points kis guns at their heads, atthe same time as the three men ab he door dash in, take the guns out from behind thir backs and point them right up against Padraic’s head ~ one on the lf side, one on the right and one from behind, in something of a triangle. Padraic (pause) Whats all this about, now? Christy Does the word ‘splinter group’ mean anything to ya? ‘ we Padraic ‘Splines group’? Spline group's wo words Christy Mister Cocksure, uh-hub. tine Brendan Hah. He's not so cocksure now, ishe, Christy? Christy He's not. he hy, F macak tron. Joey He is. Christy Shush, now, Joey Joey Well, he is, He's still cocksure. Look at him... Christy All right, Jocy. For feck’s sake, now. (Pause) Throw your guns on the table there, Padraic, and easy. Padraic pauses a moment, then does so. Christy Skank Toby was the last straw, Padraic. Messing i around teasing your marijuana gobshites is fine. But when you drag one of the big-time boys into the equation, a fella we without whom there'd be no financing for your ferry aad °c) crossings and your¢hip-shop)manoeuvres, and not only to cut the nose off him, all well and good, a bit of micro- a ots surgery may do the trick later, but to then feed it to his 9X @* cocker spaniel, a dog never did no onc harm, and choked —\y%\ himself to death on it. . i sw" Padraic I don’t like dogs, I don't46 The Lieutenant of Inishmore Donny He was frightened be a corgi as a little fella. Christy And made Skank Toby watch that dog choke, and sticking your finger in where his nose was then if he tried to help it, and when then you talk of splinter groups, and splinter groups of two fellas, which isn’t a splinter group atall it’s just two fellas. Brendan Ina mood. Christy In a mood. No, boy. That's the time we've got to take a long hard look at ourselves and say ‘All this has got to end, now. Uh-huh. All this has got to end.” Padraic You've always had it in for me, Christy. And for ro reason at all Christy No reason, no. Other than you shooting me fecking eye out, ya bastard. Padraic I've apologised for that eye many’s the day. Christy Playing ‘murder in the dark’ with a crossbow, like a schoolchild. Padraic You never let bygones be bygones, you.» iP\ Christy cocks his gun. Joey and Brendan dite. /.4) P: w oy > N Brendan You're behind your dad. Padraic It’s the principle 'm saying, ya thick, Brendan. Brendan Oh, the principle. Padraic Dad, you wouldn't want to see me killed in front of you, would ya? Wouldn't it be a trauma? Donny I couldn't give a feck! Weren’t you about to shoot me in the fecking head, sure? Padraic Ah, I was only tinkering with ya, Dad. Do you think P'’ve done i Scene Eight 47 Donny Aye! Davey Aye! Padraic Take me out on the road, Christy. No one ever ‘comes down that lonely road. Not a strugele I'l give to ya. [ knew this'd be coming some day. I just didn’t think so soon, and from friends. Just walk me to a ditch. The burying will be all the easier for you. Only it'll give me a minute to be saying a prayer for me poor cat, died recently, the self same road, Brendan (smiling) Your poor cat, is it? Padraic Itis. Why? Christy (raising cautionary finga) Em... Brendan (thinking quick) Erm . .. We heard tell of your cat dying .. . and sad we were you were to have the two spots of bad news in the one week, your cat dying and your being shot through the brains yourself. That’s awful hard luck. Padraic And I'll tell you this, boys. One of them spots of news does make me sadder than the other, but I'll bet in a hundred years you couldn't guess which. Padraic Is right, Joey. You was always the sensitive one Joey Thank you, Padraic, I always tried. Christy Tic his hands, Joe. We'll walk him the road for himself! For there's no terrible hard feelings in this execution. You was always a good soldier, Padraic. Just overenthusiastc, ‘Joey ties Padraie’s hands behind his back. Padkeaie looks around the oom. Padraic Full of memories of Wee Thomas this house is. How asleep in me arms he’d fall, the armchair there. Aye, and purr and yawn. How he'd pooh in a corner when you48. The Lieutenant of Inishmore ‘were drunk and you'd forget to let him out, and he’d look. embarrassed the next day then, as if it was his fault, the poor lamb. How in through the hole in the wall there he'd come, afier a two-day bender chasing skirt the length of the island, and pulling your hair out for fear something had happened to him you'd be, and him prancing in then like ‘What was, all the fuss about? I was off getting me end away.” (Pause) He won’t be prancing in today. Davey (half laughing) Indeed he won't be. Padraic What d’you mean ‘Indeed he won't be’? Davey No, I'm just saying it does be awful hard to prance when you're buried in shite, your head knocked out your arse. His hands ted, Padraic tres to linge out at Davey with his fe. The tree ganunen restrain him and start dragging him to the door Come on indeed, ya oul mad hole, ya! Padraic I'll fecking kill ya! Davey Kill me so, aye, and cut the rest of me hair off while you're at it, ya bully! Christy Get him outside... Padraic Ya fecking cat killer, ya... Davey Eight years it took me to grow that hair! Padraic I'll be back to get ya! (To Donny.) And you too! Davey In your dreams you'll be back, ya lube. Padraic Not in me dreams at all. In ten minutes. Christy “You won’t be back in ten minutes, Padraic. ‘You'll be dead in ten minutes. Padraic We'll be secing about that! I'd've gone easy till this feck chipped in! Scene Bight 49 Christy We have three guns to your head and you're bound be rope, sure. Padraic Something’ll turn up! Joey What does he mean, Christy? ‘Something'll turn up” Christy (exiting) He's just trying to make you nervous, Jory. Joey (exiting) He's fecking succeeded, Christy Brendan (exiting) Didn’t I tell you he'd shit himself, Christy? Padraic (exiting) I'll be back again for you, long-hair boy! Davey Do! And bring your drippy cat with you! Ye can both take me on! Ye'd still lose! Padraic (istanth) Something'll turn up! I can feel it! Long silent pause. The gunmen and Padraic have gone, Donny and Davey are still ied, kneling. Davey Has he always been that way, Donny? Donny _| think he may have gotten worse, now. Davey (pause) Are you sad, Donny? Davey Sad, why? % Davey Sad them fellas are to be shooting your son’s kead off him? Donny (pause) Not really, if think about it, now. Davey No. After your son tries to execute you, your opinions do change about him. Donny You lose respect, d'you know? Davey (pause) They could've untied us. It wouldn’t have Killed them. (Pause) Actually it might've killed thera, come to think of it.50 The Lieutenant of Inishmore Donny It might've, aye. They had to concentrate at all times with that mad feck Decewy Leethem entceenree anion mone dealt hep the end of it. Your son will be dead and them fecks will be Sou v gone, and Inishmore can get back © normal then. ON ow Donny Is right. It’s incidents like this does put tourists‘omt Ireland. Davey Aye. (Pause) He'll be back again for me.’ He isn’t back yet, nor will he be back. Donny (pause) What kind of a noise? A clicking? No. Oh. Did you hear a noise? Davey Donny Davey Donny Davey No. Oh. Good. Davey Aye Pause, then the unmistakable sound ofthe rapid fire, from somewhere outside, of Mairead’s air rfc. Davey Ar, not me fecking sister, now! followed immediaely by the hideous screaming of the thrce gunmen Sound of gunfire being returned, as the screams continue getting lauder cand louder as the screamers get nearer to the house, till suddenly Brendan smashes in through the window let and Joey and Christy frst in through the door. AU three are bleeding {from their eyes, at which they clutch and tear, blinded, sll screaming craling around the floor. Donny and Davey woaich them in hora. Brendan I can’t fecking see! I can't fecking see! Donay Davey Donny ow n Scene Bight 519 for re ay Wd BY” Dov Joey. She’shad our fecking eyes out! — We oat yaa \ Christy Are ye blinded too? Brendan We fecking are! Christy Was it a boy or was it a gir)? prendan _It-vias a boy with lipstick ‘Joey _Itwas a girl with no boobs, sure. Brendan Oh, don’t let me be killed by a girl, Sweet Jesus! Tl never live it down. a the Joey Mam and Dad’ll be terrible sad, eh, Brendan, ‘two of us killed the same day? Brendan Oh, they'll be choked, Jocy. I de love you, yknow, Joe. I'm sorry if I never showed it ya. Joey love you too, Brendan! Christy Ar, stop that shite! Get firing, now! All thre gunmen begin shooting madly, Brendan through the lift ‘window, Christy though the right and Joey through the dooroay, Christy Are you two tied fellas still here? Davey Aye Donay No Donay guictly shoulder-krudges Davey in invitation fo giving vay their presence. Christy Well call out the right direction for us to be shooting, so, or yell be getting it too. Just ten Padhraic and Mairead aan te daorey, adn ruitly stepping around Jowy’s line offie as they enter, Maitoad carne her air rifle, Padhraic pulling th lat ofthe ropes off kis hands Donny (Wo Christy) Erm, left a biteenwall aot Scene Bight 58 52 The Lieutenant of Inishmore gunn i a ee : a sach other and kiss, as Donny and Davey 7 The three gunmen, stil fring out of the windows and door, aim / aN) 5 Matend nt ee ee ein | inwords the if. Padteate ond Maizend sem to anos ide” 1 ys] look on, still kneeling there, bound and trembling. (0 Uk, cass the rom, thie pes locked on each other. Padraic carses her \y WA" I a cae Aa on ty npr wath ee wih ape ygdS lack Weg \ Donny Erm, right abit, now er yO | padeaic and Mairead soul tun and lok atthe to. 9 vOKE / Brendan They must be zigzagging! Are they? gre IW Padraic cocks his guns. The two tremble. tng $e) 7 Donny They are. poster i ott Padraic “This fel’s your brother, is he? WU deck | Brendan The fecks! ani eG” Mairead He has a better hairstyle since last I saw him, Yolen The gunnen shoot wards the right. Padraic and Mairead step over lo where the two handguns le on the table and Padraic picks them up. They move up bekind Brendan and, wit Mairead caressing the muscles in his back and shoulders, Padraic puts both guns up to Bremdan’s head and fives, killing him instantly. With all the gunfive going on, the other two gunmen do not noice. Padraic and Mairead move slowly towards Joey, ther ees still locked in love. Christy Are they getting nearer or are they getting away? { ihristy ey getting y geting away? nda tic Padraic shoots Joey in the head, again with the double-gun method at close quarters. Mairead gently tes Joey’s dead body. Donny They're getting nearer. Christy How near? Donny Awful near. Christy mus ou of bullets. As he tries to reload he realises all the other gunfire has stopped t00. Christy Fellas? Why’ve you stopped shooting, fellas? Fellas? Pause. Claristy’s face drops as he realises Padraic is in the rom. He tosses his gun avy, sick Not in me head, Padraic, please. For me mother's sake, now... wnogl, Padraic double-shoots Christy in the chest. Christy shonps ‘back onto the floor, dying, but not actually dead. Padraic and but aye, he is. OX Padraic Oh. I was all sct to blow his head off now, along pe Awe with the feck beside hin, but the's family wont Thave s\n some respect. I'l kill me dad on his own. Mairead gently takes one ofthe guns from Padraic, sidles up | Ww ne eae ip equated ekg as segs. Se CONS Yetairead IfTm tobe travelling back up North with you, \0/Y suppose I'l have to be getting used to proper guns some time. Padraic And there’s no time like the present. Mairead None at all. They smile at each other. Padwaie puts his gun to his dad’s head, Mairead fo Davey" Donny No, now Davey Ar, come on, now Donny You're only tinkering with us again, aren’t ye? Padraic On a count of three? Mairead _On a count of three, aye. Like in films, Davey Ar, Jesus, Maircad, Jesus... ! Padraic One...! Donny Goodbye now, Daveyco 54 The Lieutenant of Inishmore Davey Goodbye now, Donny Padraic Two...! Donny Unfair, this is! Davey Aren't they beggars? Padraic Three...! Christy (interrying) Patraic Lam gow Padraic (pause) What was that, Christy? T'm sorry for killing your cat, Christy I said I'm sorry for killing your cat on you. The Sr part otal is was at eat brataing but you hed to be knocked off your guard some way, and you'll admit how well it worked, now. Ar, boy. Just making me peace with God, Iam, in the seconds before I slip away, now. Padraic Your peace, isit? Christy Itis Padraic Uh-huh. I'll give you some fecking peace, boy Padraic and Mairead take their guns away fom the knees? nd Radiat ‘is on the table, goes over to Clhristy aad starts dragging kim by the neck into the. perhaps so that he’s half out of sight cee Padraic (io Mairead) Bring a knife, razor, an iron and anything to gag the Mairead Check, Lieutenant. Mairead puts her gun on the table and darts about, and darts about, grabbing the objects just listed. Christy begins screaming hideously as Padrai tortures him, blood splattering. Seer It’s an ill wind that doesn’t blow some fecker Donny good! Davey Isn't it, though? Blackout. a pat oe sD Scene Nine 55 jcene Nine Donny’: hous, nigh. As the scene begins the blod- soaked ling ‘oom is sircen with the body parts of Brendan and Joey, whik Donny and Davey, bloed-soaked alse, hack aay att szeale chunks. Padraic’ hvo guns are lying on the table. In the adjacent ‘bare room, Padraic is sting m Christy's corps, sboking Wee Toma's headless, dirt-siled body. Through Clbxisty’s mouth eth the pointed end sticking out ofthe back of hs neck, has been shoved the ‘ross with ‘Wee Thomas’ on it Padkraie has a sod, foray lok ‘thout him, He cannot hear the quiet concersation Doxamy and Davey are having Donny Won't your mam be upset, your Mairead joining the paramilitaries, Davey? Davey She knew it was to be coming some day. I think she'l have resigned herself to it, though I think she’d have Davey The IRA do get a good bit of travelling done, aye Donny They do. They go to Belgium sometimes. Davey You never see the INLA going to Belgium. Donny Davey You're lucky if they leave the Falls. You never see the INLA shooting Australians. Donny Still, I suppose it isn't the travel that attracts people to the IRA. Davey No. It's the principle of the thing. I'l tell ya, Ta shit meself having, to shoot fellas, but Mairead seems to have ‘no qualms. Donny T'llsay this about Mairead. She’s fecking accurate, Knock your eye out from a mile.56 The Lieutenant of Inishmore Davey I always knew that cow practising would pay of %., practising would pay off Donny Padraic has an entirely different style. Davey Padraic goes all the way up to ya. Donny Padraic goes all the way uy 2 .e way up to ya, and then uses two guns from only an inch away. Davey Sure, there's no skill in that Donny _I think the two guns is overdoing it. From range, like ee Davey It's just showing off, really. Donny Mairead sees more of the sport. (Pause) Is he still tidng onthe Ela and eroking he dead ae Davey (craning his neck up his dead cat. Donny I suppose it does help the mourning process Davey (pause) Digging up the corpse? Donny sings. Mairead has entered through the front door, caring a pretty dress and carrying a rucksack and air rifle Mairead Less gabbing and more chopping would be more in ye’s two's line Donny I don'ts you or your boyfriend giving us a Davey What the hell’s that you're wearing? Mairead A dress! I do have them! Davey Hrmm.. Mairead Why should we be giving ye a hand? Donny It’s yere mess, sure. Scene Nine 57 Mairead Well it’s your house. And you don’t be getting officers doing this sort of dirty work, anyways. Davey Oh, you're an officer now, are ya? Mairead I'ma second-licutenant. Just awarded be Padraic. Padraic’s just. awarded himself a full-blown Tieutenantship, and he deserves it Donay Ye're all going up in the world. Mairead Be knocking them teeth out them mouths, now. Te does hamper the identification process. Donay She's awful on the ball. Mairead Iam. Davey What did Mam say to you when you left? Mairead She said good luck and try not to go blowing up Davey And what did you say? Mairead. Isaid Pd try but I'd be making no promises. Davey And what did she say? Mairead She said so long as you try is the main thing, Davey I suppose itis Mairead Oh, itis, but I can't be bandying about pleasantries with the likes of ye. Be geting on with your Fork, now. Them corpses won't be chopping themselves up, or d’ye think they wil? Mairead passes through fo Padraic. Davey She loves pegging orders, that one. Donny [can see. Donny and Davey continue with ter hacing and bludgeonng “Mairead sits dowon beside Padraic on Christy's bloody corpse Mairead Howdo.58 The Licutenant of Inishmore Pasiraic Howdo. (ase) Theres no head at all on Woe Mairead No. Does it make you think twice about the INLA, so, that they let fellas like Christy in, would do that to Padraic Sure, you do get bad apples in every organisation. (Pause) Are them wet fellas still chopping’ Mairead Aye. Padraic Are they making a decent job of i Mairead Middling. Padraic They've had no practice, sure, God bless them. (Pause) What the hell’s that you're wearing? Mairead _Isn’ta girl allowed to wear dresses now and again? Padraic Just that it comes as a shock is al. Mairead Would you say Hooked pretty init, o just fir, Padraic hisses her ai length, the cat awkward in one hand. They break aftr a fw seconds. Padraic When you get up close to you, you don't reall look like a boy at all are Mairead Thank you. Padraic Just except for your hair. Mairead From you that’s some kind of compliment, I suppose? Padraic Would you let your hair be growing out a tadeen, Mairead? Just to about here, now. Like Evie off The House of Ello? Mairead Would you like me to? Padraic Aye. \o* Mairead Well, me hair’s staying the way itis and feck (Nu, Ay) Evie off The House of Elliot ~ / b LA Padraic Ah, Mairead be eC th ie Mairead Could Evic blind three fellas from sixty y Gu. Padraic No. But she probably wouldn't want to M Mairead Just be content with what you've fecking got. ed : Padraic You're a tough oul get. Paane ee Mairead And fecking proud of i \ os ire SPI X ‘a Padraic Kiss me again. oy Mairead Iwill ws Padraic (thy hiss again, Pause) Will we leave the INLA together and be starting our own splinter group, just me and you? Mairead Would you like to? Padraic would Mairead We will so. What will we call ourselves? Padraic Iwas thinking ‘Wee Thomas's Army’, unless you have an objection, now. Mairead Sure, that sounds like a great name. ‘Wee ‘Thomas's Army’. Aye. What'll be our first plan of action? Padraic Our first plan of action will be to find a fellal cae a torturing to. Thad him in me clutches yesterday, >ut the cat distractions made me go easy on the feck, I hardly touched him, and he spun me a yarn about ringworm proved completely untrue too. “Wrapping pellets upin \* (_ Eheese’, I bet he doesn’t even have a cat. \y aod Mairead Padraic He's the validest of targets.60. The Lieutenant of Inishmore one to twenty. Like Top of the Pops. Mairead People who brain cats for no reason. a Padraic Isa good target. Although . . . (Pause) Can I telly pe this, Mairead? I did brain a cat this morning, but I did +e.) fingerprin you = jn a cat this morning, ‘pat lig) Sreeree hhave a reason. Mairead What was the reason? Padraic It scemed terrible unhygienic. Half covered in black muck. Mairead Fair go, so. I don’t like unhygienic cats. Braining nice clean cats, 'm saying. My cat I wanted to say goodbye to him, now I won't be seeing him for a while. Me fest friend in the world he is, but he wasn’t about. He must be off gallivanting. Padraic My cat won't be off gallivanting no more, and he liked a good gallivant. Mairead Ar, Padraic... Padraic Ah, Mairead. Y'know, all I ever wanted was an Ireland free. Free for kids to run and play. Free for fellas and lasses to dance and sing, Free for cats to roam about without being clanked in the brains with a handgun. Was that too much to ask, now? Was it? Mairead It seems it was, Padraic. It seems it was. Will we be bringing Wee Thomas with us or will we be burying him here? Padraic We'll bring him with us. Ihave a window box at home he can go in, so he'll be near his friends. Mairead (standing Would you want to bring his crucifix, 20? 4 pac ty sents thal hod a pop singled out dowh- . bony as it Mairead We should make a list of valid targets. From Fy rog an ne “ Scene Nine 61 sa Oneish Pharaie (nding) No. That crucifix is to big for my vada box, Itd break me chrysanthemums Padraic [used to have a list of valid targets but I lost it Yost Te pond in hand, the enter the bcng rom. fon a bus. Who would be top of your list? Wish a Olrf{entpommy We're almost there, Parsi. ‘Almost there. Padraic How is the work going, ye's two? Padraic You're not almost there atall, sure, The ts you haven't burnt off and the teeth you haven't Eheigeoned out. And One-eyed Christy you haven't 0% aaa ereyn,"Ye've almost there.” You won't be almost there for a week, sure. Davey Why we should be doing this work at all dont avy aout va murdered them. Ift was us murdered ther Td say ‘fair go’, but no. Padraic Are you grumbling again, you? Davey (mumbling) I fecking arn. Padraic Eh? Davey No, I'm not grumbling. Padraic Td've been kicking your balls out your brains Teng since, you, ya feck, only it's sure am youl be Deng tore mother in-law some day, and that'd be a bad show That'd be, kicking your brother-in-law’s balls out his brains. Mairead gaze up at Padraic lovingly. Mairead Is it marriage you're proposing to me s0, Padraic Osbourne? Padraic Itis. After a biteen of a while I'm saying, pow. When our work is done, Mairead When Irelandis free! Padraic Indecd when Ireland is free! ‘They kiss at length. Donny Thal be a long fecking engagement?62. The Lieutenant of Inishmore Davey Fecking a hundred they'll be, and still waiting, Donny Won't that make you and me related so, when them two marry? Davey (wit disdain) Tt fecking will too. Donny What matter? Davey Do you think I want to be related to mad gunmen and mam tramplers? Donny Do you think I want to be related to gay hippies and cat polishers? Davey (quietly, in awful realisation) Oh, feck, now! All about that fecking cat I forgot! Davey goes over fo the bloody cat basket onthe table stage lf, checks inside or the cat but finds it empty, pus the basket aside, looks around alte mare, shoving a head or an crm aside, then finds Sir Roger's collar and name tg onthe cabinet stage left. He is just about to tos it oud through the broken window when Padraic and Mairead separate, Padraic Look at you in that pretty dress. Oh, God, now! Half-covered it in blood we have. Mairead Ah, what matter? Red goes well with it Padraic You can’t go walking the streets of Ulster dripping blood, now. Mairead Sure, who would notice, Padraic? —~ v Apt Padraic Tourists would notice. Be changing it or ‘washing it off now. VC Mairead [ll give it a wee rinse for meself, so x Davey tosses the collar out threugh the winds. Mairead What are you up to? Davey Nothing at all. Mairead Be desecting them fecks, you. x a y x? ro yy ye ow Scene Nine 63 Davey I was just waving me arms, Mairead Uh-huh. And you say Padraic’s mad? She moves towards bathroom lft Can you bear to be away from me five minutes, me love? Padraic I can’t Be hurrying. Mairead Iwill, Mairead blows him a kiss and exis into bathroom. Padraic (calling ou!) Ob, and be minding that oul grubby cat on the floor there I did blow the guts out of. Davey’s mouth drops slighty and he stares of twards the bathroom. Padraic (lo Davey) So you be saying I'm mad, do ya? Davey (absent) Ido. Padraic Eh? Davey Eh? Padraic I'm saying you be saying I'm mad, do ya? Davey (absent) Ido. Padraic Eb?! Davey Eh? Davey loos across at Padraic forthe fost ime, wnaxoare 3f ny discoures. Padraic You're a funny litle fella. Be getting back to ‘work, now. Do you think them corpses’! be chopping themselves up? Donny They won't be, Padraic. Davey, what’s the matter with you? Come back down here and start hammering some teeth Davey (absenth) T'll be hammering, aye.