Calvary Page #4

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EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY 18

The sports car crests a hill and zips by, LAVELLE at the

wheel, FIONA beside him, Bruno in the middle.

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EXT. SPORTS CAR - DAY 19

LAVELLE accelerating ever faster, Bruno barking, FIONA

throwing her arms up in delight.

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EXT. LYNCH’S BAR - DAY 20

Bruno sitting calmly in the car.

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INT. LYNCH’S BAR - DAY 21

MILO HERLIHY, twenties, polka-dotted bow-tie, an oddly

blank look about him. FRANK HARTE, a good-looking older

man with a clinical air. Guinnesses in front of them.

HERLIHY:

You’re a very nice-looking young

woman.

REVERSE SHOT -- FIONA and LAVELLE waiting for their

drinks. FIONA laughs, glancing at LAVELLE, who smiles.

FIONA:

Thank you. I like your bow-tie.

HERLIHY:

It’s got polka-dots.

(CONTINUED)

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LAVELLE:

This is my daughter, Fiona, Milo.

She’s over from London.

HERLIHY:

You’re having me on.

LAVELLE:

I’m not having you on. What are

you on about?

HERLIHY:

You’re a priest!

LAVELLE:

I was married before I became a

priest. My wife and I had a child,

Fiona. My wife died. And after that

I joined the priesthood.

HERLIHY:

You can do that, can you?

HARTE:

It would appear so.

(noticing FIONA’s bandages)

Don’t tell me. You made the classic

error.

LAVELLE:

I’ve already done that gag, Frank.

HARTE:

You’re supposed to cut down-

LAVELLE:

I’ve already done it, I said.

LYNCH (O.S.)

Now, now.

BRENDAN LYNCH appears with a Coca-Cola bottle and glass,

and a double whiskey. Forty, handsome. Hands the Coke to

LAVELLE, the whiskey to FIONA -

LYNCH:

A drop of the hard stuff for

yourself, and a generous serving

of the auld water of life to

this beautiful and yet troubled-

FIONA:

Oh f*** off.

LYNCH looks blankly at FIONA. She takes a sip of the

whiskey as she moves towards a table. LAVELLE following.

(CONTINUED)

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21 CONTINUED:
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LYNCH:

You have an exceedingly dirty

mouth. I like that in a hoor.

LAVELLE:

Brendan. Now’s not the time.

LYNCH looks from FIONA to LAVELLE.

LYNCH:

Whatever you say, Father.

You’re the boss.

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INT. LYNCH’S BAR - LATER 22

LAVELLE and FIONA in a little nook. FIONA drinks her

whiskey. LAVELLE pushes his Coke bottle around.

FIONA:

How’s that working out for you?

LAVELLE:

Oh I haven’t been out on the tear

in a good while.

FIONA:

So you say.

LAVELLE:

Ah no, I’ve been a very good lad.

And don’t change the subject.

FIONA:

What was the subject?

LAVELLE:

You know what the subject was.

FIONA:

Oh Daddy, a man, a man. What else.

LAVELLE:

It’s getting to be a habit, honey.

FIONA:

I know. Pathetic. Can’t do anything

right.

She sips her whiskey. LAVELLE takes one of her hands. Rubs

the bandage with a thumb.

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