The Last of the High Kings Page #4

I think you know the others.

The camping was great.

Uh, hi.

Uh, I-I've heard a lot

about you.

[Piano music stops]

How dare you!

Nobody carries on like a tart

in this house

and gets away with it.

Next time I let you

out of my sight,

it'll be over my dead body.

But, Mummy...

Don't "But, Mummy" me, missy!

You've disgraced the family in

front of everyone on the road,

and you've mortified

your father over in America.

I can a-assure you,

M-Mrs. Griffin,

that I have only

the best of intentions

towards your daughter.

A-Absolutely

nothing happened.

Yeah, yeah.

And what exactly are

your intentions, mister?

Oh.

Do you intend to marry her?

Lt, uh... well, I...

not this very minute.

I...

I-l suppose w-we could I-live

together for a bit,

uh, you know,

see how we get on.

Yeah? Is it...

Get out of my house!

Get!

I wouldn't let my daughter

marry you

- if she was pregnant

with triplets!

- [Door slams]

[Crying]

That's the last time

I'm ever bringing anyone

back to this hole.

I never want to see

any of you again.

[Sobs]

[Sobs]

Not bad for a first visit.

I think she likes him.

Shut up.

[Crying]

[Thunder rumbling]

Looks like

you're sleeping.

Yeah.

[Thunder rumbles]

I don't like it.

[Inhales deeply]

It's only thunder.

Come on.

[Telephone ringing]

Jack?

Jack.

Everything's fine.

How was the opening?

Yeah?

Oh, Jack,

I'm sure they loved you.

It's your father.

Huh?

What? Who's coming?

No. Erin and Rainbow?

Well, of course

they're welcome to stay.

All right.

All right, love.

Yes, they're here.

Of course they're

behaving themselves.

Hi, Da.

How's the play going?

So who's Erin and Rainbow?

Two young ladies

of Irish descent.

Yeah?

Who might require an escort.

[Sighs]

Don't worry.

It's only a few days.

Okay, here's Ray.

Yeah. Bye.

Hello, Da?

Yeah, great.

Nothing much. I'm working on

a new novel, though.

[Gum pops]

I'm so excited to be here.

My father? He produced

all the famous Irish plays.

Sean O'Casey.

I mean, I've heard

so much about it here...

[Sighs] I feel like

it's my spiritual home.

Well, now, Miss, you wouldn't be

the first to feel that way,

if you don't mind me saying.

You're from Dublin...

obviously.

I am.

Born, bread, and buttered,

as a man said.

What part of the states

are you from yourself,

if you don't mind

me asking?

Milwaukee. Yeah,

we're just here visiting.

Milwaukee?

Sure, I know it well.

Milwaukee.

Massachusetts.

# And the lights #

# They went down

on Massachusetts #

'Course, Dublin's the finest

city in the world, bar none...

all the writers and

playwriters and novelists

that come out of it.

Am I right, Joxer?

Yeah, right.

Of course, I... I knew most

of them meself, you know.

Really?

Do you know who

Brendan Behan is?

Surely often

had him in the car,

sitting just where

you're sitting.

Vomited in on top of me.

[Chuckles]

- [Laughs]

- He was a gas ticket.

Poor old Brendan, huh?

A-A-As for that bowsy

James Joyce...

I used to dread

having him in the car.

Never had a red cent

on him.

Wouldn't give you

the steam off his piss,

if you'll excuse

my French.

James Joyce? The James Joyce

was in this car?

Uh, not exactly this car.

An earlier model

we used to have.

He used to sit in the back

there, scribbling away.

I-l says to him,

"What are you writing, Jimmy?"

"A book," says he.

"What class of a book?" says I.

"A big book," says he.

He could be very Jesuitical

with his responses, you know.

I do a bit of writing

meself, you know.

Would you like to read some?

No. Are you kidding?

I want to take a piss.

Jeez. Must've been a long,

old flight.

There you are, Jim.

You're looking good.

Ray:
So, tell me, Rainbow,

- why did the glowworm

feel embarrassed?

- Why?

'Cause it spent 10 minutes

chatting up a cigarette butt.

- [Cathleen laughs]

- Big deal.

What's yellow

and highly dangerous?

Shark-infested custard.

Get it?

Yeah, I get it,

all right.

Wish you were in it.

[Clears throat]

[No audio]

Could someone

pass the ketchup?

Here... Frankie.

Thanks.

I think I feel

a novel coming on.

Ray.

- Okay. John Wayne.

- Oh, Ray.

- Mmm!

- Oh, God.

[As John Wayne]

You drink your milk

'cause it's good for you.

[Chuckles, claps]

Huh?

Well, that's amazing.

That's his party piece,

isn't it, Ray?

Frankie,

give us a turn there.

Frankie recites poetry.

Or what about

playing us a tune?

Uh, I'd rather not.

Don't "I'd rather not" me,

mister.

Do it for our guests.

- No.

- [Talking indistinctly]

He's a fine musician.

Please, Frankie?

No.

Come on, Frankie.

[Muffled] Come on.

Coward!

[Clucking]

Are you a man or a mouse?

Come on.

Go on, Frankie.

Go on.

Go on.

[Chair screeches]

[Strums]

[String plinks]

[Playing slow tune]

Frankie, what's it called?

"A Terrible Beauty Is Born."

Oh.

[Detunes]

[Parnell whines]

[Strumming upbeat music]

[Barks, whines]

[Parnell whining]

You know, Frankie's

a direct descendant

of the high kings of Tara.

His ancestry goes back to

Cormac Macart and Brian Baru.

He's got royal blood

in his veins, that fella.

You can see it,

all right.

[Sighs]

Absolutely.

Mmm. Of course,

all the great Irish patriots

were of noble blood...

Emmet, Wolfe Tone,

Parnell... all of them.

The thing is, Erin,

one feels different

when one is

of noble birth.

[Strumming continues]

[Music ends,

Parnell whining]

Erin:

"No one can ever compare

"with my first

and only Desdemona.

She won my love forever."

He's real handsome.

Mmm.

What do you think of him...

back then?

Oh, wow.

He was gorgeous.

[Scoffs]

Oh, my God,

that's you.

You were really beautiful.

Oh, I mean... I didn't know

you were an actress.

"Alas, lago, what shall I do

to win my lord again?

"Dear friend, go to him;

"for, by this light of heaven,

I know not how I lost him.

"Here I kneel...

"If... If e'er I...

lf... lf e'er I..."

[Sighs]

I've forgotten my lines.

"Lf..."

[Chuckles]

Gone.

He looks

a lot like Frankie here.

How old was he?

Um... just 20.

But he was mature.

At 20 he was quite a man.

[Chuckles]

Hey, so's Frankie.

No.

No.

[Thumping]

Frankie?

[Thumping stops]

[Chuckling]

I didn't mean to scare you.

That's okay.

You have visitors.

What's this?

Very impressive.

Erin:
Oh.

I'll leave you guys to it.

Oh, by the way, I'm Erin.

- Hi.

- Hello.

Rainbow:
I'm waiting...

...as usual.

[Chuckles]

Bye.

See ya.

Who's the yank?

Nobody.

You burying the bologna,

fella?

She's all right.

Oh, yeah. I forgot.

Jayne and Romy.

Or is it Romy and Jayne?

- Who knows?

- Oh, shut up.

"Monster beach party

for you and your friends.

Saturday night."

Which Saturday night?

The Saturday night

after we start giving them out.

"Bring your own booze."

Doesn't say which beach.

It could be any beach.

- [Chuckles]

- [Lighter clicks]

[Chuckles]

Oh, sh*t.

Hang on.

What did you say

the yank's name was?

Erin.

"Aaron" as in...

As in what?

"Aaron"?

"Aaron" as in

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