My Left Foot: The Story of Christy Brown Page #3

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Will you shut that baby up, for Christ's sake?

- Take it easy, Christy.

- Go on. Make a wish.

- Come on, Christy.

- Go on, Christy.

Go on, Christy!

Go on, Christy.

Go on!

It's like the bleedin' fire of Hell, that one is.

Here you go, Christy, here.

There, now. Go.

That's it. Well done.

Don't worry, you'll get your wheelchair.

BOY :
Aah! Get it! Go!

Get the f***in' ball!

(SHOUTING)

Save it, Christy!

Well saved, Christy!

Good save!

Aah! He bit me!

He bit me!

It's a free out! A free out!

- We're taking it.

- OK, come on.

BOY :
Pass it, will ya?

Stay away from them sheets!

BENNY :
He handled it!

Penalty right here. Give us it.

Let Christy take it.

GOALKEEPER :
You can't hold him up.

Right!

(CHEERING)

He's got a left like a cannon!

(SHOUTING)

(BOTTLE SPINNING)

If it stops at Tom, I'll kill you.

JENNY :
Nobody...

RACHEL :
No, nobody.

It's pointin' at Christy.

RACHEL :
He's not in the game.

He is if it's pointing at him.

I don't think it's pointing at me.

(LAUGHTER)

You're the nicest of the lot.

And you've nice eyes, too.

(BOYS CHEERING SUGGESTIVELY)

BOY :
Come on, let's go.

Ah, Christy, you boy, you.

Chasin' the women.

See you, Tom.

See you, Rachel.

See you, Tom.

(BOYS LAUGHING, SHOUTING)

(SHEILA GIGGLES)

(SHEILA GIGGLES)

SHEILA :
Not here, Brendan. Later.

(DOOR CLOSES)

MA :
This is a fine time

of night to be coming in.

SHEILA :
What's wrong, Ma?

MA :
I don't like these late nights, Sheila.

(SNORES)

(SNORES)

What's this?

Holiday pay, isn't it?

I got laid off.

What about Christy's wheelchair?

Christy will get his wheelchair, OK?

Why did you get laid off?

Don't you question me in front of the children.

A brick hit the foreman in the head

accidentally on purpose.

(BOYS SNIGGER)

(CHRISTY MUMBLES)

It's Rachel.

- How are ya?

- What?

"Your beautiful eyes

are splendid pools of blue...

"in whose depths I swim regularly."

It's lovely, isn't it?

He even signed it himself.

Even signed it himself. "C.B."

That's not Tom Brown. That's Christy.

Surely he does it with his left foot!

You're in love with a cripple!

She's in love with a cripple!

Rachel, come back!

PADDY :
Anyone not abed?!

Can I speak to Christy Brown, please?

Christy! You're wanted.

Did you paint that?

Yeah.

I can't take it.

Sorry.

Tell your brother Tom

we were asking for him.

What's this?

What does it look like?

But we had porridge for breakfast.

So?

And we had it for dinner.

So?

I'm not eating any more.

You get that into you.

I can't.

Get it into you.

PADDY :
Go on, more.

(CHRISTY MUMBLING)

What did you say?

(GRUNTS)

What did he say, missus?

He just said the porridge is lovely.

(LAUGHTER)

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