My Left Foot: The Story of Christy Brown Page #4

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(MUMBLES)

Keep quiet!

Come on, Christy.

Everybody has to go to bed.

I have to do my painting.

I know you have to do your painting

but everybody has to go to bed

because there's no coal.

Don't push me nerves any further, all right?

I'm sorry.

Christy, someday you'll have

a place of your own.

MA :
All right, come on, you lot.

Mind my paintings.

PADDY :
Are all those kids in bed? Huh?

(PADDY GRUNTING)

(CHRISTY SIGNING)

(BED POUNDING)

(PADDY GRUNTING)

What's up, Christy?

Coal.

- What?

- Coal!

- Coal?

- Mm-hm.

It's too early.

Coal!

Ah, all right, all right!

Mister! Mister!

Me driver abandoned me.

Can you push me?

CHRISTY :
Come back, you bastard!

(CHRISTY SHOUTING)

BENNY :
Your plan's not working, Christy.

Wait till he goes up the hill.

Hold the baby.

(BOYS SHOUTING)

- TOM :
Come on, Christy!

- (CHRISTY GRUNTING)

(BOYS CACKLING)

We'll be warm for

the whole winter, Christy!

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!

What's happened to you?

It's all right, Ma. It's only coal.

MA :
I know where you got that coal.

You know it's a sin to steal.

And you know that God is looking

down on you right now.

And that coal is not coming into this house.

Come in here and sit by the fire, woman.

(WATER RUNNING)

You want me to wash you, Christy?

No.

- Good night, Christy.

- PADDY :
Don't you be late!

(TIN CLATTERS)

(GRUNTING)

Ma! There's something

wrong with Christy!

There's something wrong with him.

What's wrong with you, Christy?

What's wrong?

(MUTTERING)

Fire!

Fire!

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!

OW! Aah!

Uhh! Aah!

BENNY :
Ma, what are you trying to do?

Get water, quick!

PADDY :
Hurry up!

What's wrong with you? Are you mad?

What have you got in the box, woman?

Christy's money.

- What?

- Money for Christy's wheelchair.

Must be twenty pounds in there.

28 pounds, 7 and threepence.

We've been sitting here in the freezing cold,

eating porridge for breakfast, dinner, and tea

and you have 28 pounds, 7 and threepence

up the f***ing chimney.

(PADDY GROWLING)

Tom, Brian.

Everybody, upstairs.

MA :
Now!

- Ma, what's wrong?

- You, too, Christy.

(DOOR CLOSES)

MA :
Your daughter's getting married.

PADDY :
Well, that's wonderful news.

- When?

- Friday.

What's the rush?

MA :
She's pregnant.

That's great news.

I mean, that's wonderful.

That's just what we need.

Who's the father? Or do you know?

Leave me alone.

It's not my fault.

Then whose fault is it, then? Is it mine?!

Oh, that's a lovely picture.

The old woman that lives in the shoe

and the daughter that

couldn't keep her knickers on!

Stop it. Stop it!

PADDY :
You dirty, sleazy b*tch!

MA :
Stop it, Father!

(FURNITURE BANGING)

MA :
Get out of here, Sheila.

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