The Last of the High Kings Page #2

went all that well.

Ah, Frankie,

you'll be fine.

You'll be terrific.

I know it.

I've been thinking...

m-maybe I should go away,

see the world or something.

Oh, no, Frankie.

Let the world wait for you.

Why do you always get

to go away?

Well...

This is something that's

very important to me, Frankie.

There's even... there's

even talk about a film.

What I'm trying

to tell you

is that I probably won't

even get into college.

Ah, you know, Frankie,

I remember when I was your age.

I felt... I felt exactly

the same as you.

So how did you do?

Oh, I did... I did...

I did great.

Great.

Well... in English.

Da, please.

I'm serious.

I know you are, son.

Look, um...

Do you have anything special

lined up for the summer?

Do you have, um...

you have a girlfriend maybe?

Look, Frankie...

These few precepts

in thy memory keep.

"This above all:

To thine own self be true.

"But it follows,

as the day the night,

thou canst not then be...

Be false to any man."

Yes.

Frankie, there's special

instructions

for feeding that fish.

You can't overfeed him or...

or he'll burst.

[Hinges creak]

[Door closes]

[Birds chirping]

You'll be wonderful,

and so will she.

Oh, it's not like that

at all.

I'd give anything

if it was you.

Hmm. Lots of pretty young ones

fluttering 'round you.

Nah...

No.

I'll miss ya.

[Inhales sharply]

Take care of yourself,

Cathleen.

Do you hear me?

[Kissing]

And he exits,

pursued by a bear.

Ah, well.

[Engine turns over]

Goodbye, Da.

It wasn't like Da was

a whole lot of use for anything

when he was at home,

but it always seemed empty

when he was gone...

sort of shook the place.

With a wave of his hat,

he'd signal that I was

once again man of the house.

What that really meant

was absolutely nothing.

The important thing was

to try to make something

out of the summer

before my exam results

turned up.

Six weeks and counting.

Whoa! Hey!

Whoa! Hey!

[Laughs]

Aaahhh!

Noelie:
Hey! Play football!

[Laughs]

- Hey!

- Whoo!

Play football, everybody!

[Sea gulls crying]

Go fetch, Bobby.

[Barks]

- [Girls giggling,

Bobby barking]

- [Harmonica playing]

[Barking, snarling]

[Laughs]

Gallo, you big idiot,

what do you think you're like?

Hey, what would you get

if you crossed Bobby Gallo

with a whale?

What?

Elvis Presley.

You...

you little shite.

Take it back!

I'm sorry, but Elvis

is a has-been.

Take it back!

Bowie is way better.

Don't take The King's

name in vain.

- Get off me!

- Who's the greatest?

- [Laughing] All right!

- Say it, say it,

say it, say it!

Elvis is the greatest.

Truest words

you've ever spoken, pal.

[Girls laughing]

He's the greatest man alive.

You should learn some respect.

- Yeah, and you've got

a serious problem.

- [Girls laughing]

You should get it seen to.

Hey, you know something?

What?

[Girls laughing]

This would be a great place

for a party.

Until the tide comes in.

What about the big beach?

Be a great way

to pull women.

Monster beach party,

acres of chicks,

no dogs allowed.

- [Laughter]

- Get your hole

or your money back.

Hey, we could show movies

up against the cliffs.

It could be amazing.

Go-Go dancers,

hash cookies.

[Laughter]

Which one is he actually

going out with?

Jayne... I think.

Romy's a dyke.

Everyone knows that.

No, she's not.

Yeah, she is.

She's not.

You reckon Bobby watches

while the two of them

get down to business?

Well,

they are Protestants.

So what?

So they do it like dogs.

You know...

from behind.

[Sea gulls crying]

# I wear my heart

on my sleeve #

# I'm not afraid #

- # Say what I mean #

- Jesus.

# Mean what I say #

# Set myself up #

# Let myself down #

# I may be a fool #

# To spread it around #

# But I #

# Just want to let you know #

# Sometimes I #

# Find it so hard not to show #

# So I sigh #

# And I let my feelings go #

- # Ooh-ooh #

- Come on, Frankie.

# I wear my heart

on my sleeve #

# Don't count the cost #

- # If I can't live enough #

- Are you guys coming?

# Then surely I've lost #

- # Though you

tend to get burned #

- Kick the football?

- # You tend to get bruised #

- Right then.

- Come on.

- [Laughs]

[Birds chirping]

Shoo! Shoo!

[Barking]

Frankie,

you got a letter!

Ma!

Noelie open.

Let me open.

It's from Da.

[Sighs]

"Dear Frankie,

"I'm writing to you

from New York City.

"It's 2:
00 in the morning,

"and I'm missing you...

missing you all very much.

"I've been thinking about

how this is an exciting

time in your life.

"You stand at one of

life's great doorways,

"a time full of hope

and possibility.

"I've never been one

for giving advice."

[Laughs softly]

Right.

"But if I've

learned anything,

"it's that sometimes

the closest to us

"are the ones who seem

to be holding us back.

"Try to remember it is

out of love, not malice.

Your loving father."

What's he on about?

Cathleen:
You!

You! Yes, you...

you with the head on you.

Get over here!

How dare you order my child down

from her own family wall.

Mrs. Griffin,

I have no desire

to be confrontational

about this.

This is our wall, and my

children have every right

to walk on it

whenever they wish.

All I'm saying is

that my wife and family

deserve a little privacy.

This little girl

is walking the wall

making gestures

at my children.

Now, surely,

you can see that this...

Let me tell you

something...

these are Griffin children...

pure Irish blood descended

from the high kings of Ireland.

They can walk

their Celtic wall

any time they want,

day or night.

We're a free people now,

no thanks to the likes of you.

Why don't you hump off

back to Britain?

You seem to be

under a misconception

as to my nationality.

You're a Proddy,

aren't you?

I am Protestant.

I am not British.

Well, let me tell you

something...

my country has been a republic

for nearly 30 years,

and I'm not about to let our

sovereignty be undermined

by a bunch of blow-ins.

Madam, I was born

and raised in Ireland.

I am Irish through

and through.

- Yeah.

- I am not British,

and I did not order

this little girl down

from her precious wall.

I merely requested,

politely,

- that she refrain from

spying on my family.

- [Gasps]

Spying?

Spying, is it?!

Well, all I meant...

Oh! Oh, yes!

The Brits accusing the Irish

of spying!

Well, this is one family

you'll never conquer,

you Proddy bloodsucker.

Ohh.

Go on! Run!

Run away!

Run away! Ha ha!

You should be honored to have

Griffins walking this wall.

Children, up on the wall.

Ah, Ma.

That's an order.

[Dog barking]

This is our wall,

and we're going to walk it.

Up the Republic!

Up the Republic!

Ray:
Ma!

Guess what!

A general election!

What?

There's gonna be

an election.

Thank you.

Ohh!

Whoo!

Help me down.

Man on TV:
Deputy,

would you care to comment

on the announcement

of the election?

Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!

Well, this election gives

the Irish people

a chance to pass judgment

on the last four years

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