Waking Ned Page #5

Am I smellin' sweeter, Jackie?

I tried one of your

banana soaps.

Not sweet enough,

by the looks of it.

- Oh!

- Ah, that's my girl.

There's a raspberry

soap upstairs.

Try that tomorrow, huh?

- Raspberry?

- Yes. Try that.

Jackie,

am I right in thinkin'...

you've booked one of

these Caribbean cruises?

If I had the money, Dennis,

I wouldn't spend it...

floatin' around the Caribbean...

when I can float in

the cove for free. Eh?

For Christ's sake, Jackie,

would you mind telling us...

what you would be

spending your money on...

if you had any, that is?

Well, I'd take

what I needed, Pat...

and treat me friends

with the rest.

At least

When I asked them

That's what I was told

So I took a hand

In this diggin' for gold

But for all I

have found there

I might as well be

Where the Mountains

of Mourne

Sweep down to

The sea

Oh, jeepers...

the chickens and the

whiskey were wasted.

What are you starin' at?

Oh, I wasn't

staring at anything.

Come on, out with it.

I know who it is.

I've worked it out.

- No.

- Oh, yeah.

Go on.

- It's you.

- Me?

I think it's you, and I think

you're having us all on.

Michael, go home.

I'll leave you in peace

to count your winnings.

Here.

Wait, wait a minute.

What if it's you?

You never said it wasn't.

Get home.

You're drunk.

Get to your bed.

Get yourself a hot chocolate.

Get home, ya hoodlum!

Stupid idiot.

I've a chicken leg left over.

Oh, well, I'm full, Annie.

Put it in the fridge for

dinner tomorrow, huh?

Jackie, I counted

those joints precisely.

If there's a leg left over,

it means someone was missing.

The winner smelt a rat.

Where's me list?

Ned Devine.

Ned Devine was missing.

God, Annie,

did you not notice?

Make up a dinner, sweetheart.

I'm going over.

Ned!

I've brought you

a chicken dinner!

Ned.

I've brought you

a chicken supper.

Huh.

Ned?

Ned, are you in there?

Ned.

Ned?

You in there, Ned?

Dear God.

You'll be cursin' in heaven

tonight, Ned Devine.

They match.

It's a winner.

It'll be at least

half a million.

He'd have spent it, too.

There would have

been a mighty party.

Is there a greater

twist of fate, Annie...

to win half a million

and the next minute...

die from the shock of it?

God rest him, the poor fella.

Ned... the sweetest

man in the world.

They say money

changes a man, Jackie.

There's no greater change than

movin' from life into death.

It's the cruelest twist.

Half a million pounds.

Should we be phonin'

police or the doctor?

It's a call to both...

but there's nothin'

to do tonight.

His bedroom's as cold as

any fridge they'd put him in.

Make the calls in the mornin'.

I think we should make room

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