Calvary Page #13

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GIRL:

The beach.

LAVELLE:

It’s nice at the beach, isn’t it.

Do you surf?

GIRL:

No, my Da won’t let me. He says

it’s too dangerous.

LAVELLE:

Ah, what does he know. Big meanie.

The GIRL laughs.

LAVELLE:

Here on holiday?

She nods.

LAVELLE:

Where are you from, Wicklow? *

GIRL:

Yeah.

LAVELLE:

Well never mind. We won’t hold it

against you-

Suddenly, a car screeches to a halt on the main road in

front of them. A MAN gets out, angry -

MAN:

Janine! Get in the car, now.

The GIRL quickly crosses to the car.

MAN:

(softly)

Where the hell d’ya get to, honey?

I’ve been looking all over for ya.

The GIRL gets in. The MAN turns to LAVELLE, angry again -

MAN:

What were you saying to her?

LAVELLE:

I wasn’t saying anything to her.

MAN:

Oh really. You looked deep in

f***ing conversation to me.

He glares at LAVELLE. Gets back in the car. Drives off.

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LAVELLE stands there. Runs a hand through his hair.

81

INT. LYNCH’S BAR - DAY 81

Large one.

LAVELLE:

*

LYNCH looks at him, as he clicks onto Sky News. He has a

bandage on his hand.

HARTE, seated at the end of the bar with a whiskey,

glances at him also.

ASAMOAH and BRENNAN are playing chess in a corner of the

bar. BRENNAN looks round.

LYNCH:

You sure about that?

LAVELLE:

Whiskey, I said.

LYNCH gets the drink. Sky News playing a report from

Afghanistan.

LYNCH:

I wonder what’s the latest in the

sand-n*gger war?

ASAMOAH looks up. Smirks.

HARTE:

Looks like more dead to me.

But then again, who’s counting?

LYNCH passes LAVELLE the whiskey. LAVELLE knocks it back.

LAVELLE:

Have one yourself. Might shut you up.

LYNCH:

Ah sure that’s what they call them,

sand-n*ggers. The Marines, I mean.

I read it in a book about that young

one they raped and murdered, y’know?

They killed her entire family, then

they turned on her.

LAVELLE:

That’s your bedside reading, is it?

LYNCH:

I like to keep up with American

foreign policy. Another?

LAVELLE gives a slight nod. LYNCH turns to HARTE.

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LYNCH:

Yourself?

HARTE:

One ice cube this time.

Two just get in the way.

LYNCH gets the whiskies.

ASAMOAH makes a chess move. BRENNAN smiles to himself.

ASAMOAH:

Who burned down your church, Father?

LAVELLE:

It’s not my church. It’s our church.

BRENNAN:

I’d say it was the Romanians.

They’re heathens, I think.

LYNCH:

The Romanians? What Romanians do

we have around here?

BRENNAN:

Ah they’re always hanging around,

the Romanians. Getting up to no good.

ASAMOAH:

I think it must be someone who does

not like you, Father. I think it must

be one of the good people in this town.

HARTE:

You should join the Guards, Simon,

with your powers of deduction.

BRENNAN:

Checkmate.

ASAMOAH looks down at the pieces. Then back up at BRENNAN.

BRENNAN picks up his whiskey, and goes to the bar.

BRENNAN:

These measures, hey, Father.

It’s like a buttercup in the mouth

of a cow. Guinness, there, Brendan.

He knocks back his whiskey. Glances slyly at LAVELLE.

BRENNAN:

So you think there’s a God, then,

Father, yeah?

LAVELLE looks blankly at him.

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BRENNAN:

I’m not codding, I’m being serious.

I’m having doubts, like. A crisis

of faith.

LAVELLE looks blankly at him. Takes his drink and gets up.

BRENNAN:

Ah now, I didn’t mean to offend ya,

I’m sorry. Really I am. As sure as

there’s a hole in a goat.

LYNCH laughs as he pours the Guinness. LAVELLE heads for

the pool room.

BRENNAN:

I’m an awful messer, Father, God

forgive me! Don’t go away mad!

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INT. POOL ROOM - MOMENTS LATER 82

CLOSE on a rack of pool balls being split.

LEO MACARTHUR, practising on his own, chalks his cue as he

considers his next shot. Looks up -

LAVELLE is leaning against a wall, whiskey in hand.

LEO:

Hey Fada! Whaddaya hear, whaddaya

say!

LAVELLE:

You’re back, so?

LEO:

I got a lotta clients in this town,

Fada. From the hoi polloi to the

masses of society. I gotta keep my

ass lubricated at all times.

LAVELLE:

The hoi polloi are the masses of

society. You’re using the phrase

incorrectly.

LEO pauses in the act of making a shot. Smirks.

LEO:

That may be so, Fada. I didn’t get no

education, see. I was getting f***ed

in the ass and f***ed in the face all

the live-long day. There wasn’t no

time for any o’ dat dere book-learnin’.

I was sucking the prick of a bishop

in his bishopric on a regular basis,

ya get me? How d’ya like that play

on words, smartass?

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LAVELLE:

Do you need help?

LEO:

You’re starting to sound a little

screwy, now, Fada. Maybe ya need

to see a headshrinker yerself-LAVELLE

Do you need help? Are you okay?

LEO:

There’s nothing wrong with me,

my friend, I’m feelin’ fine.

He smacks in a ball.

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INT. LYNCH’S BAR - NIGHT 83

LAVELLE at a table, brooding over a Guinness with a

whiskey chaser. HARTE mooches over.

HARTE:

Y’know when I first started working

in Dublin, there was this threeyear-

old boy whose parents had taken

him into the hospital for a routine

operation, but the anesthesiologist

made a mistake, and the little boy

ended up being deaf, dumb, blind

and paralysed. For good.

(pause)

Think of it. Think of when that boy

first regained consciousness. In the

dark. You’d be frightened, wouldn’t

you. But you’d be frightened in that

way where you know that the fear is

going to end. It has to. It must.

Your parents can’t be too far away.

They’ll come to your rescue. They’ll

turn on the light and they’ll talk

to you.

(pause)

But think of it. Nobody comes to

rescue you. No light is turned on.

You are in the dark. You try to speak

but you can’t. You try to move but

you can’t. You try to cry out but

you are unable to hear your own

screams. You are entombed within

your own body, howling with terror.

(pause)

Your parents stand around you.

They have no way to communicate with

you. They have no way to explain what

has happened to you. Will you ever

understand what has happened to you?

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And that it will not end, that it

will always be this way?

HARTE (CONT'D)

There is silence for a long moment. *

LAVELLE:

What the f***? Why the f*** would

you tell me a story like that?

*

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No reason.

HARTE *

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LAVELLE rears up -*

HARTE goes into a karate stance -*

ASAMOAH and LYNCH look round -*

HARTE steps back quickly and scoots off. *

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INT. LYNCH’S BAR - LATER 84

HOLD on LAVELLE as we JUMP-CUT through his night’s

drinking, encompassing pints and shorts.

Only ASAMOAH left in the bar with LYNCH. They pass a

spliff back and forth, glancing at LAVELLE.

LYNCH:

Time to go. Come on.

LAVELLE looks round at ASAMOAH.

LAVELLE:

He’s still drinking. Same again.

LYNCH:

Time to go, I said.

LAVELLE:

What’s that, an order?

ASAMOAH:

You do not like taking orders, Father?

You do not mind giving them.

LYNCH:

Sure his kind are all alike.

My “kind”.

LAVELLE:

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