My Left Foot: The Story of Christy Brown Page #2

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You've been very helpful, Father.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Christy, do you know

all about All Souls' Night?

Did I ever tell you about that?

It's a very special night,

you know, because...

every time that you light

a candle on All Souls' Night,

you have to say five Our Fathers

and five Hail Marys and five Glory Bes,

and then a soul flies up out

of the flames of Purgatory

and goes straight up to Heaven.

Say some prayers

for the poor souls in Purgatory.

Right.

(CHRISTY GROANS)

What's wrong with you?

- Uhh!

- Christy, keep your voice down.

What's wrong with you, son?

- Uhh!

- What's the matter with you?

What do you want?

Do you want to light

another candle? Is that it?

Do you? For the poor souls?

Good boy. That's a good boy.

And don't forget, Christy,

if we can't understand you, God can.

See, Christy?

Even God has to lock his house.

(CHILDREN YELLING)

Look, Christy! There it is! Look!

See, that's your soul going up to Heaven!

Oh, look! Look, Christy. Oh, look.

- You frightened the life out of him.

- Here, Christy.

You're king of the bonfire.

Ooh! Ooh!

Don't be frightened, Christy.

It's only your brother - Tom.

This way, Christy. This way.

(CHILDREN YELLING)

BOY :
Get him over here!

(CHRISTY PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

SHEILA :
You all right, Christy?

MA :
What's Christy doing, Sheila?

Is he all right?

SHEILA :
He's drawing.

He's drawing a triangle.

No, Christy, you don't start there.

Here, son.

Now, that's a triangle.

That's not a triangle.

That's an

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

- What's up?

' PADDY :
Keep quiet.

All I said was, "What's up?"

Sit down!

Here, Paddy.

Why don't you go and have a pint?

- What? Huh?

- Here.

- What's that?

- It's money.

Where'd you get it?

From the fairies.

Go and have a drink, Paddy.

I don't need a drink!

All I need is to be obeyed in me own house!

(CHRISTY GRUNTS)

(RUSTLING)

- Mother.

- Shh.

Sweet Jesus.

Jesus suffering Christ.

He's a Brown!

He's a Brown, all right!

Christy's a Brown!

Out!

Where you goin', Paddy?

Where do you think?

This man deserves a jar!

(DOOR CLOSES)

This is Christy Brown!

My son. Genius.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hello.

DR.COLE :
Is he OK?

- He's grand.

- Good.

It's just that he can be a bit...

What?

A bit like Christy.

He's fine. He's asleep now.

Well...

I'll leave you alone, then.

MAN & SHEILA :
14...

15,16...

SHEILA :
Shh, keep your voice down.

MA :
17. Great.

# Happy birthday to you

# Happy birthday to you

# Happy birthday, dear Christy

# Happy birthday to you! #

(ALL CHEER)

Go on, go on.

- Go on now, me boy.

- MA :
He's a man now, Father.

Come on, Christy. 17 candles.

Now take a deep breath. Come on.

(BABY CRYING)

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