My Left Foot: The Story of Christy Brown Page #2

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Sit down!

Here, Paddy.

Why don't you go and have a pint?

- What? Huh?

- Here.

- What's that?

- It's money.

Where'd you get it?

From the fairies.

Go and have a drink, Paddy.

I don't need a drink!

All I need is to be obeyed in me own house!

(CHRISTY GRUNTS)

(RUSTLING)

- Mother.

- Shh.

Sweet Jesus.

Jesus suffering Christ.

He's a Brown!

He's a Brown, all right!

Christy's a Brown!

Out!

Where you goin', Paddy?

Where do you think?

This man deserves a jar!

(DOOR CLOSES)

This is Christy Brown!

My son. Genius.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hello.

DR.COLE :
Is he OK?

- He's grand.

- Good.

It's just that he can be a bit...

What?

A bit like Christy.

He's fine. He's asleep now.

Well...

I'll leave you alone, then.

MAN & SHEILA :
14...

15,16...

SHEILA :
Shh, keep your voice down.

MA :
17. Great.

# Happy birthday to you

# Happy birthday to you

# Happy birthday, dear Christy

# Happy birthday to you! #

(ALL CHEER)

Go on, go on.

- Go on now, me boy.

- MA :
He's a man now, Father.

Come on, Christy. 17 candles.

Now take a deep breath. Come on.

(BABY CRYING)

Will you shut that baby up, for Christ's sake?

- Take it easy, Christy.

- Go on. Make a wish.

- Come on, Christy.

- Go on, Christy.

Go on, Christy!

Go on, Christy.

Go on!

It's like the bleedin' fire of Hell, that one is.

Here you go, Christy, here.

There, now. Go.

That's it. Well done.

Don't worry, you'll get your wheelchair.

BOY :
Aah! Get it! Go!

Get the f***in' ball!

(SHOUTING)

Save it, Christy!

Well saved, Christy!

Good save!

Aah! He bit me!

He bit me!

It's a free out! A free out!

- We're taking it.

- OK, come on.

BOY :
Pass it, will ya?

Stay away from them sheets!

BENNY :
He handled it!

Penalty right here. Give us it.

Let Christy take it.

GOALKEEPER :
You can't hold him up.

Right!

(CHEERING)

He's got a left like a cannon!

(SHOUTING)

(BOTTLE SPINNING)

If it stops at Tom, I'll kill you.

JENNY :
Nobody...

RACHEL :
No, nobody.

It's pointin' at Christy.

RACHEL :
He's not in the game.

He is if it's pointing at him.

I don't think it's pointing at me.

(LAUGHTER)

You're the nicest of the lot.

And you've nice eyes, too.

(BOYS CHEERING SUGGESTIVELY)

BOY :
Come on, let's go.

Ah, Christy, you boy, you.

Chasin' the women.

See you, Tom.

See you, Rachel.

See you, Tom.

(BOYS LAUGHING, SHOUTING)

(SHEILA GIGGLES)

(SHEILA GIGGLES)

SHEILA :
Not here, Brendan. Later.

(DOOR CLOSES)

MA :
This is a fine time

of night to be coming in.

SHEILA :
What's wrong, Ma?

MA :
I don't like these late nights, Sheila.

(SNORES)

(SNORES)

What's this?

Holiday pay, isn't it?

I got laid off.

What about Christy's wheelchair?

Christy will get his wheelchair, OK?

Why did you get laid off?

Don't you question me in front of the children.

A brick hit the foreman in the head

accidentally on purpose.

(BOYS SNIGGER)

(CHRISTY MUMBLES)

It's Rachel.

- How are ya?

- What?

"Your beautiful eyes

are splendid pools of blue...

"in whose depths I swim regularly."

It's lovely, isn't it?

He even signed it himself.

Even signed it himself. "C.B."

That's not Tom Brown. That's Christy.

Surely he does it with his left foot!

You're in love with a cripple!

She's in love with a cripple!

Rachel, come back!

PADDY :
Anyone not abed?!

Can I speak to Christy Brown, please?

Christy! You're wanted.

Did you paint that?

Yeah.

I can't take it.

Sorry.

Tell your brother Tom

we were asking for him.

What's this?

What does it look like?

But we had porridge for breakfast.

So?

And we had it for dinner.

So?

I'm not eating any more.

You get that into you.

I can't.

Get it into you.

PADDY :
Go on, more.

(CHRISTY MUMBLING)

What did you say?

(GRUNTS)

What did he say, missus?

He just said the porridge is lovely.

(LAUGHTER)

(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.

PADDY :
She should be thrown out!

Her and her swollen belly! Fornication!

SHEILA :
Get away from me!

(SLAP)

That'll keep your legs shut for you!

MA :
Paddy, leave her!

When I get hold of you...

I'll break every bone in your f***ing body!

- F***ing kill him.

- Christy, stop.

PADDY :
Jesus Christ!

What am I gonna do in this f***ing house?

- Tom, Benny, stop him.

- (CHRISTY GRUNTING LOUDLY)

SHEILA :
Stop, Christy! Stop him!

Christy, stop!

Christy, please stop!

Christy, stop! Christy, please stop!

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