The Butcher Boy Page #4

- Oh, that's right, surely, Alo.

I heard, now, I heard all about it.

Isn't that right, Charlie?

Oh, indeed it is.

The sun shone out of Benny Brady

for Mrs. Thompson.

The lovebirds, she used to call them.

- Aye, the lovebirds. The bucking lovebirds.

- Alo.

Aye, and he played the trumpet

every night of the honeymoon.

Isn't that right, Benny?

Well, I daresay I played a few

wee tunes, all right.

Indeed you did, and that's not all.

Would I be right, Charlie?

You're right, all right.

Look at this here, girls, look.

Bold Benny, myself and Annie

were going along the beach.

- God.

- And comes out this fellow. "Two and six."

"Two and six," says the man, "and you

can be king of the jungle."

Well, I tell you, girls,

you've never seen the like of it.

Benny here with his head stuck out

through the cardboard hole...

and the body of Tarzan on him.

And he was shouting,

"I'll get you, McGlone," he says.

- "I'll get you!"

- "I'll get you, McGlone."

"I'll get you!"

Is that true, Da?

You in the Tarzan's body?

Some Tarzan now.

Some Jane.

Oh, man. It was the best holiday

May and me ever spent, do you know that?

And for you pair of tricksters

to come along on your honeymoon.

Will you ever forget it, Benny?

- Oh, no.

- Tarzan Brady. God, you're an awful man.

"Me Tarzan, you Jane," was it?

Come on, we'll sing.

- And what?

- "Beautiful Bundoran."

Bundoran, right.

Thank you.

- Take two.

- Good night, now.

Another wee drop before we go.

The night is young yet, eh, Benny?

Well, man, dear every time I think of it.

The pair of you standing there

with your heads sticking out the holes.

- Tarzan and Jane bucking Brady.

- Shut up about it. Shut up about it, now.

Sure, Benny. I'm only codding.

A bit of a song?

- There's been enough singing.

- Whatever happened to Joe Reilly? Do...?

- Who do you think you're fooling, Alo?

- Joe was a rare character.

Look at him with his wee red hankie.

Did the wife iron it for you?

- Benny, don't let it happen again.

- I warned him!

Carrying on with Mary

like some schoolboy halfwit.

Hadn't the guts to ask her to marry him.

Married Winnie!

It was a grand party, but to tell

you the truth, I was getting tired.

Singing's all right, singing's grand,

but five "Beautiful Bundorans "...

is enough for me,

not to mention two "Old Bogroads "...

and one

"Never Do a Tango With an Eskimo."

Don't blame it on him. Don't blame Alo

because you were put in a home!

Jesus, Benny, let it end.

- Ahem, excuse me.

- Well, I best be off soon.

Yes, it's me, Francie,

I do believe I should be off...

to Slumberdown Mansions,

if you please.

I've had rather a long day,

begging your pardon.

But might as well be talking to the wall as

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