Pádraic Súilleabháin
Now... if I've done somethin' to ya, just tell me what I've done to ya. And if I've said somethin' to ya or maybe if I've said somethin' when I was drunk and forgotten it. But I don't think I've said somethin' when I was drunk and I've forgotten it. But if I did, then tell me what it was. And I'll say sorry for that too Colm. With all me heart, I'll say sorry. Just stop running away from me like some fool of a moody school child.
Colm Doherty
But you didn't say anything to me. And you didn't do anything to me.
Pádraic Súilleabháin
Well that's what I was thinking, like.
Colm Doherty
I just don't like ya no more.
Pádraic Súilleabháin
[hurt and disbelieving]
You do like me.
Colm Doherty
I don't.
Pádraic Súilleabháin
But you liked me yesterday.
Colm Doherty
Oh, did I, yeah?
Pádraic Súilleabháin
I thought you did...
SS Siobhan Súilleabháin
You can't just all of a sudden stop being friends with a fella!
Colm Doherty
Why can't I?
SS Siobhan Súilleabháin
Why can't ya? Because it isn't nice. Has he said somethin' to ya when he was drunk?
Colm Doherty
No, I prefer him when he's drunk. It's all the rest of the time I have the problem with.
SS Siobhan Súilleabháin
What's the fecking matter, then?
Colm Doherty
He's dull, Siobhan.
SS Siobhan Súilleabháin
He's what?
Colm Doherty
He's dull.
SS Siobhan Súilleabháin
But he's always been dull. What's changed?
Colm Doherty
I've changed. I just don't have a place for dullness in me life anymore.
SS Siobhan Súilleabháin
But you live on an island off the coast of Ireland, Colm. What the hell are you hoping for, like?
Colm Doherty
For a bit of peace, Siobhan. That's all. For a bit of peace in me heart, like. You can understand that. Can't ya? Can't ya?
Colm Doherty
If you don't stop talkin' to me, and if you don't stop botherin' me, or sendin' your sister or your priest to bother me...
Pádraic Súilleabháin
I didn't send me sister to bother you, did I? She has her own mind. Although, I did send the priest though, you have me there.
Colm Doherty
What I've decided to do is this. I have a set of shears at home. And each time you bother me from this day on, I'll take those shears and I'll take one of me fingers off with them. And I'll give that finger to ya. A finger from me left hand. Me fiddle hand. And each day you bother me more, another I'll take off and I'll give ya until you see sense enough to stop. Or until I have no fingers left. Does this make things clearer to ya?
Pádraic Súilleabháin
Not really, no.
Colm Doherty
Because I don't want to hurt your feelings, Padraic. I don't, like. But it feels like the drastic is the only option left open to me.
Pádraic Súilleabháin
You've loads of options left open to ya. How's fingers the first port of call?
Colm Doherty
Please, don't talk to me no more, Padraic. Please. I'm begging you.
Pádraic Súilleabháin
But...
JD Jonjo Devine
Shush, like, Padraic. Just, you know, shush, like.
G Gerry
Yeah, I'd shush, like.
Pádraic Súilleabháin
I will shush. Except me and me sister were thinking, you might just be a bit depressed, Colm. And I tell you this much, fingers just confirms it. Don't you think, Colm?
Colm Doherty
Starting from now.
Colm Doherty
I was too harsh yesterday.
Pádraic Súilleabháin
Yesterday, he says! I know well you was too harsh yesterday.
Colm Doherty
I just... I just have this tremendous sense of time slipping away on me, Padraic. And I think I need to spend the time I have left thinking and composing. Just trying not to listen to any more of the dull things you have to say for yourself. But I am sorry about it. I am, like.
Pádraic Súilleabháin
Are you dying?
Colm Doherty
No, I'm not dying.
Pádraic Súilleabháin
But then you have loads of time.
Colm Doherty
For chatting?
Pádraic Súilleabháin
Aye.
Colm Doherty
For aimless chatting?
Pádraic Súilleabháin
Not for aimless chatting. For good, normal chatting.
Colm Doherty
So we'll keep aimlessly chatting and my life will keep on dwindling. And in 12 years, I'll die with nothin' to show for it, bar the chats I've had with a limited man, is that it?
Pádraic Súilleabháin
I said, "not aimless chatting" I said "Good, normal chatting."
Colm Doherty
The other night, two hours, you spent talking to me about the things you found in your little donkey's shite that day. Two hours, Padraic. I timed it.
Pádraic Súilleabháin
Well it wasn't me little donkey's shite, was it? It was me pony's shite. Which shows how much you were listenin'.
Colm Doherty
None of it helps me. Do you understand? None of it helps me.
Pádraic Súilleabháin
[Colm leaves]
We'll just talk about something else, then!
Pádraic Súilleabháin
[bursting into Colm's house]
How are ya, fatty? Dancing with your dog, is it? Well who else is gonna dance with ya? Your poor dog has no say in the matter. And if you're too rude to be offering me a seat, I'll be taking one of me own accord! [sits] How's that for an old hello?
Colm Doherty
Have you gone fecking mental?
Pádraic Súilleabháin
Have I gone fecking mental? No I haven't gone fecking mental. Not only have I not gone fecking mental, but I have got ten fingers to prove I'm not fecking mental. How many fingers have you got to prove you're not fecking mental?
Colm Doherty
Nine fingers.
Pádraic Súilleabháin
Nine fingers is the epitome of mental.
SS Siobhan Súilleabháin
What do you need from him, Colm? To end all this?
Colm Doherty
Silence, Siobhan. Just silence.
SS Siobhan Súilleabháin
One more silent man on Inisherin, good-oh! Silence it is, so.
Colm Doherty
This isn't about Inisherin. It's about one boring man leaving another man alone, that's all.
SS Siobhan Súilleabháin
One boring man! You're all **** boring! With your piddling grievances over nothin'! You're all **** boring! I'll see he doesn't talk to you no more.
Colm Doherty
Do. Else it'll be all four of them the next time, not just the one.
SS Siobhan Súilleabháin
You're not serious. Well, that won't help your fecking music.
Colm Doherty
Aye. We're gettin' somewhere now.
SS Siobhan Súilleabháin
I think you might be ill, Colm.
Pádraic Súilleabháin
Do you know what you used to be?
Colm Doherty
No, what did I used to be?
Pádraic Súilleabháin
Nice! You used to be nice! And now, do you know what you are? Not nice.
Colm Doherty
Ah, well, I suppose niceness doesn't last then, does it? But will I tell ya something that does last?
Pádraic Súilleabháin
What? And don't say somethin' stupid like music.
Colm Doherty
Music lasts.
Pádraic Súilleabháin
Knew it!
Colm Doherty
And paintings last. And poetry lasts.
Pádraic Súilleabháin
So does niceness.
Colm Doherty
Do you know who we remember for how nice they was in the 17th century?
Pádraic Súilleabháin
Who?
Colm Doherty
Absolutely no one. Yet we all remember the music of the time. Everyone, to a man, knows Mozart's name.
Pádraic Súilleabháin
Well, I don't, so there goes that theory. And anyway, we're talkin' about niceness. Not what's his name. My mammy, she was nice. I remember her. And my daddy, he was nice. I remember him. And my sister, she's nice. I'll remember her. Forever I'll remember her.
Colm Doherty
And who else will?
Pádraic Súilleabháin
Who else will what?
Colm Doherty
Remember Siobhan and your niceness? No one will. In 50 years' time, no one will remember any of us. Yet the music of a man who lived two centuries ago...
Colm Doherty
So, let's just call it quits and agree to go our separate ways, for good this time.
Pádraic Súilleabháin
Your fat fingers killed me little donkey today. So, no, we won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Colm Doherty
You're jokin' me.
Pádraic Súilleabháin
Yeah, no. I'm not jokin' ya. So tomorrow, Sunday, God's day, around 2:00, I'm going to call up to your house and I'm gonna set fire to it, and hopefully you'll still be inside it. But I won't be checkin' either way. Just be sure and leave your dog outside. I've nothing against that gom. Or you can do whatever's in your power to stop me. To our graves we're taking this. To one of our graves, anyways.