The Last of the High Kings Page #5

Elvis Aaron Presley?

No, you stupid moron.

"Erin" as in Ireland.

Exactly.

"Elvis Aaron Presley"...

[Lighter clicks]

Ireland is his middle name.

That's "Aaron."

- [Lighter clicks]

- Spelled completely different.

A-a-r-o-n.

So what?

It's an omen.

I knew it.

He's going to come.

[Chuckling]

- Elvis Aaron Presley.

- [Laughs]

Elvis "Ireland" Presley.

I tell you who else

is coming... your ma.

Oy, you! You're not

looking after that girl.

Aw, Ma.

Ah, what's wrong with her?

She's a lovely girl.

Not exactly royal blood,

but...

Anyway,

she's leaving tomorrow.

Ma, I'm busy.

Yeah. I don't care

how busy you are.

You've got a job to do

and you better do it.

Here. Take this

and take her out.

I've been telling him we should

do this, Mrs. Griffin.

You pair aren't invited.

I'm not having

the three of you

getting drunk and

ignoring the poor girl.

And take her

to the pictures.

And try not to look

so miserable.

[Introduction to Mink Deville's

"Spanish Stroll" plays]

By the way,

you haven't said which beach.

[Sea gulls crying]

[Chuckling]

Well, my friend saw it.

She said it was great.

- # Ooh-ooh ooh #

- Or we could see

"The Goodbye Girl."

- # Ooh-ooh-ooh #

- Yeah, if we have to.

# Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh #

# Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh #

# Hey, Mr. Jim #

# I can see

the shape you're in #

# Ooh, your finger

on your eyebrow #

- # And left hand on your hip #

- Let's sit downstairs.

- Full downstairs.

- We'll stand.

No, Frankie, here.

Sit down or get off, pal.

Romy:
Hey, look who it is.

- # Think you're so slick #

- Hey, Frankie.

Glad to see

you've got a girlfriend.

We were starting to worry

about you.

- # Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh #

- No, this is...

Go on. Introduce us.

- # Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh #

- Um... Erin, Jayne.

- # Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh #

- Jayne... Erin.

Romy, Erin.

Erin, Romy.

It's nice to meet you.

Where are you guys off to?

Frankie's taking me

to see a movie.

What are we going to see?

Uh...

Why don't you go and see

"Rocky"? It's great.

Oh, come on.

What about

"For Whom The Bell Tolls"

at the I.F. T?

You and your Hemingway.

I love Hemingway.

Let's go and see that.

Sure. Okay.

[Man talking indistinctly]

Hey, cool charm.

What is it?

Oh, that's my gold megaphone.

I'm gonna be head cheerleader

next year.

Is that when

you all dance around

before a football match?

Oh, yeah. I saw that

on "Wicker's World."

It looks great.

Yeah, it's a lot of fun.

How do you do it?

Why don't you give us

a demonstration?

What, here?

Why not? It looks like

they could do

with a bit of cheering up.

Don't be such a mope.

Come on, we'd love to see it.

Just make something up.

[Chuckles]

Frankie, Frankie,

he's our man!

If he can't do it,

no one can!

Frankie, Frankie,

he's the King!

He's the one

that makes me sing!

Go-o-o-o, Frankie!

Go-o-o-o, Frankie!

Go-o-o-o, Frankie!

Go! Go! Go!

That's brilliant.

[Cheering, whistling]

Frankie.

Frankie, it's me.

I've gotta talk to you.

I'm leaving tomorrow,

and we've gotta talk.

[Groans]

[Sighs]

Frankie,

it's important, okay?

[Grunts]

[Sighs]

Please listen to me.

Why are you being

like this?

[Dog barking in distance]

Frankie...

Frankie,

you're a really cool guy.

You're gentle, emotional,

and intuitive.

[Sighs]

You're a real poet warrior.

I don't want to freak you.

But...

You're making me feel like

I did something wrong.

Where I come from,

if you like someone,

you come out and say it.

And if

they don't like you back,

they don't treat you like

you're some kind of moron.

I know

I come on strong sometimes,

but I just have to know

how you feel about me.

So how about it, Frankie?

Erin...

You're a very nice person.

[Scoffs] Great.

[Sniffles]

All right.

It's just that...

I don't...

really...

[Sighs]

...fancy you.

Frankie...

[Sighs]

Was that really

that difficult?

[Exhales sharply]

I meant what I said.

So did you.

Erin.

[Hinges creak]

[Rustling]

[Sea gulls crying]

Go get Frankie.

No, don't wake him.

[Camera shutter clicks]

Okay, that's done.

[Parnell barks]

[Chuckles]

[Parnell barking]

How come by the time I catch

on, it's always too late?

Screwing up is the only thing

I'm getting better at.

Two weeks left

till my exam results.

[Sighs]

I'm doomed.

Come and vote today

for Jim Davern.

Come and vote today

for Jim Davern.

[Speaking indistinctly]

Frankie:

Ma, we're too young.

So, what do you want,

a medal?

This is a historic day...

your first vote

in a general election.

- You excited?

- [Laughs]

Frankie:
You're crazy.

We can't vote.

Oh, yes, you can.

It's illegal, not to mention

completely insane.

Hmm?

Not a tie.

This is a chance to partake

in your nation's history.

I falsified documents

so you could do this.

I don't want to vote.

You listen to me.

Better men than you

have given their lives

- for the right

to choose their leaders.

- Yeah.

You're gonna come with me,

you're gonna vote for

Jim Davern, and you're

gonna like it.

I think it's a great idea.

[Chuckles]

Jayne and Romy.

[Horn honks]

One of us, huh?

Hi.

Thanks.

Hey. I hear you guys have been

talking about a beach party.

- No.

- Yeah.

[Laughs]

Well, if you do get it

together, we're on, okay?

Cool.

All right, all right,

we haven't got all day.

Right.

You were so obvious.

Yeah.

[Chuckles]

[Intro to Elvis Costello's

"Watching The Detectives"

plays]

Frankie Griffin, 4-4-9.

You know

what you have to do.

This is great, isn't it?

[Chuckles]

# Nice girls,

not one with a defect #

# Cellophane shrink-wrapped,

so correct #

# Red dogs

under illegal legs #

# She looks so good that

he gets down and begs #

Here are the results

of the fifth count

from the Dublin

home constituency.

Martin Tully, Fine Gael...

- [Hissing]

- 9, 543 votes.

Brian Doerr, Labour,

8, 500 votes.

- James Davern, Fianna Fail...

- [Indistinct conversations]

- 13, 840 votes.

- [All cheering]

It's announced!

Jim Davern!

It's announced!

[Cheering]

It's a landslide.

Oh, look.

Doesn't Monica look lovely,

Father?

That's our Jim.

That's our Jim.

Whooooooooooo-oo!

[Indistinct conversations]

Since when

were you a smoker?

10 or 15 years.

Give us a light.

Haven't got one.

You think you're cool,

don't you?

Cathleen:
Oy, you two!

Get inside.

[Vehicle approaching]

I don't believe it.

I don't believe it.

Mrs. Griffin!

[Chuckles]

[Breathes sharply]

Jim's here.

Jim's here.

Everyone come out!

Come out now!

Who is it?

- Come out here!

- Look who it is!

[Indistinct talking]

I give you our man in

Parliament, Deputy Jim Davern!

[Cheering]

Thank you. Thanks.

Thank you. Thanks.

[Applause fades]

I just want to say

what an honor it is

to be invited to the house

of such a great lady.

Oh, yes.

And how pleased I am to see

the next generation of Griffins

being raised up to be

our future soldiers of destiny.

[Cheers and applause]

All right!

[Whistles]

Oh!

Makes you want to puke.

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