War of the Buttons Page #2

- What`s his name?

- I don`t know, I can`t get a word out of him.

- Are you dumb, is it?

- Michael...

you`ve the bedside manner

of a bullock.

The poor little boy`s in shock.

Can`t you see that?

Yelling and bawling at him like that.

I wasn`t yelling and bawling at him.

I was enquiring.

God help us if you ever start,

the whole town`ll be tortured.

We have to find out

where he comes from,

walking around in the night with his eggs.

His father`ll be shouting

and roarin` round lookin` for him.

Give him time, the little boy`s had

a nasty shock, haven`t you, darlin`?

- l`ll get him something to buck him up.

- Michael, he`s only a child.

(Michael) I was taking whiskey

with me mother`s milk.

(Mother) Aye, and look at

the state of you now.

(Michael) Here you go.

He`s drinkin` whiskey in Geronimo`s house,

with himself and Gorilla at the table.

- Great!

- Great?

He`ll keep them busy.

Give us the paint.

Boffin, you come too,

l`ll need you for the spelling.

The rest of you, cover us.

Hold this, Boffin.

Are you sure, Fergus?

It`s a church. It`s a mortal sin.

Like I say, this is war.

(Laughs) A kid and a half this,

no mistake.

(Mother) How are you feeling, son?

I smashed me eggs.

It`s his eggs he`s fretting over.

Is that all it is?

Sure we`ve bushels of eggs.

Jerome, go out the back

and fill his box with eggs.

- What?

- Do as your mammy says.

- l`m not waiting on him.

- He`s busy, he`s doing his lessons, mister.

Busy? Well, you can give him a hand.

Eggs! Now, the pair of yous

and don`t argue.

- (Door bangs)

- Try makin` a bit more noise.

One for the road?

S.

S.

(Car approaching)

- (Hoots)

- (Whistles)

A car. Quick.

Finished.

Boffin, come on.

(Dogs barking)

Thanks. Good night.

(Michael) And mind them eggs now.

Yes.

(Loudly) In the merry month of May

From me home I started

Left the girls of Tuam

Nearly broken-hearted

Salute me father dear

Kiss me darlin` mother

Drank a pint of beer

Me grief and tears to smother...

My brother, he`s drunk as a skunk.

(All laugh)

To banish ghosts and goblins

(All) A brand-new pair of brogues

Rattled over the bogs

Frightened all the dogs

On the rocky road to Dublin

One, two, three, four, five

Hunt the hare

And turn her down the rocky road

And all the way to Dublin

Whacks fer al de da

In the merry month of May

From my home I started

Left the girls of Tuam

Nearly broken-hearted

Salute me father dear

Kiss me darlin` mother

Drank a pint of beer

My grief and tears to smother

Off to reap the corn

Leave where I was born...

(Church bell)

Hold it.

What`s happening?

Can you see any Carricks?

(Fergus) No, but they`ll be there.

Give us a look.

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