The Last of the High Kings Page #7

like the rest of

your freaking family.

[Sea gulls crying]

[Exhales slowly]

F*** you, Nelson.

Nice one.

Jesus Christ.

Hey, Frankie, come back.

He doesn't mean it.

[Air horn blows]

Tell him you're sorry.

I am not sorry!

He has been a mopey

pain in the prick all summer,

and you know he has.

Frankie, I ain't

coming to your party!

He's not gonna go into it,

is he?

Who gives a sh*t?

They must be burning

gorse or something.

You don't say.

I'm not going in there.

You don't want to be nuts.

- [Fire crackling]

- Frankie!

Frankie!

Frankie!

[Air brakes hiss]

[Indistinct conversation]

Well, ya big trout,

you're all right.

Deep breath.

Does anyone know

where this fellow lives?

I'll take him.

I won't even ask

what you were doing.

[Muffled] Okay.

[Chuckling] Come on.

You're an eejit,

do you know that?

Yeah. I know.

Thanks.

Thanks?

Is that all I get after saving

you from those big firemen?

[Sighs deeply]

"Are you doing anything

later, Jayne?"

Uh, yeah.

Did I not say that?

No.

That's what I thought

I said.

Really?

It's the smoke.

Yeah, I know.

[Birds chirping]

So,

can you play pool?

[Intro to Thin Lizzy's "Dancing

in the Moonlight" plays]

[Laughter]

# When I passed you

in the doorway #

- # Well, you took me

with a glance #

- [Laughing]

- # I should have took

that last bus home #

- Hey!

- # But I asked you

for a dance #

- Don't worry.

- # Now we go steady #

- She's always late.

- # To the pictures #

- Yeah.

# I always get chocolate stains

on my pants #

# And my father,

he's going crazy #

- # He says I'm living

in a trance #

- I'm sorry. I got held up.

- # But I'm dancing

in the moonlight #

- You been here long?

No, I just got here.

- # It's caught me

in its spotlight #

- Fine. Hi.

- Mind if I break?

- Go ahead.

# On this long,

hot summer night #

[Guitar solo]

Just thought I'd

give you a chance.

Sorry.

- It's okay.

- You first.

# It's caught me

in its spotlight #

- # It's all right,

dancing in the moonlight #

- [Balls clacking]

- # On this long,

hot summer night #

- Nice shot.

Please.

[Balls clacking]

# And I'm walking home #

Enough is enough.

Black in the corner pocket.

#... But I'm dancing

in the moonlight #

Looks like

you were snookered.

How about tomorrow?

Yeah. Let's.

Yeah. Let's.

[Door unlocks]

[Kissing]

[Sniffing, licking]

How did you do that?

You better come in.

What?

Have you done this

with Bobby?

Bobby doesn't matter.

Well, how come?

He's a friend.

Is that it?

[Clicks tongue]

Bobby doesn't really

like girls.

Not like this, anyway.

Y-Y-You're serious?

[Sighs]

It's at the front.

[Sighs]

[Exhales deeply]

- [Grunts]

- [Clears throat]

Oh, God.

Romy's gonna kill me.

Why?

[Door opens, closes]

What's that?

Quick! Under the bed!

You're kidding.

Yeah.

[Breathing deeply]

You really had me

there.

[Tinkling]

Come on.

[Bedsprings squeaking]

[Exhaling deeply]

[Thin Lizzy's

"Parisienne Walkways" plays]

[Exhales deeply]

[Breathing heavily]

[Bedsprings squeaking]

[Headboard banging]

[Squeaking and

banging intensify]

Shh!

Shh, Frankie!

You'll wake everyone.

[Breathing heavily]

[Moans pleasurably]

[Clattering]

[Panting]

[Gasps]

[Groans]

[Panting]

[Exhales deeply]

Are you okay?

[Breathing deeply]

Wow.

Don't.

Just lie here for a bit.

Wow.

[Exhales deeply]

So, what do you

want to do?

Kiss occasionally.

Have a cuddle.

I mean... from now on?

Relax.

Wouldn't it be great

to do this all the time?

You know, to have a place,

so... so every night, we could

do whatever we felt like.

No parents,

no one to take sh*t from.

Frankie...

I could get a job, and

I'm good around the house.

I could fix things.

Wasn't it fantastic?!

It was fabulous. Now come on

back here and shut up.

I just feel...

[Sighs]... amazing.

Uh-oh.

Don't you?

My head's gonna explode.

Am I in love with you?

Stop.

[Sighing] God.

So, how do you explain

any of this?

I mean... tell me.

Really, tell me.

Jayne...

Before you go down

on one knee,

the answer is,

"Gimme a break."

Jayne...

Go home.

What did I do?!

# Well, Billy rapped all night

about his suicide #

# How he'd kick it in the head

when he was 25 #

# Speed jive,

don't want to stay alive #

# When you're 25 #

# And Wendy's stealing clothes

from Marks and Sparks #

# And Freddie's got spots

from ripping off the stars #

# From his face,

funky little boat race #

# The television man

is crazy #

# Saying we're juvenile

delinquent wrecks #

# Oh, man, I need TV

when I got T-Rex #

# Oh, brother, you guessed

I'm a dude now #

# All the young dudes #

# Hey, dudes #

# Carry the news #

# Where are ya? #

# Boogaloo dudes #

You scared the life

out of me.

Frankie,

where have you been?

Why?

He's dead.

The King.

Elvis Presley.

[Sighs deeply]

[Exhales deeply]

I-I'm sorry.

Thanks.

What happened?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Frankie, I said some stuff

that I didn't mean.

Aw.

[Sighs]

Listen, um...

[Sniffs]

There's, uh...

something important

I've got to ask you.

It's the beach party.

It wouldn't be right.

Yeah, no beach party.

I mean, I know it means

a lot to you.

[Exhales deeply]

Forget it. It's over.

Thanks.

I knew you'd understand.

- [Exhales deeply]

- You know...

I just had to

tell my friends.

You especially.

I'd better go home.

I'll see ya tomorrow.

You know something?

Nothing's ever

gonna be the same.

[Door opens]

[Door closes,

floorboards creak]

[Footsteps approaching]

You.

Where have you been?

With a friend.

Who, exactly?

Jayne Wayne.

Uh-huh.

I might have known.

Not now, Ma.

What do you mean,

"Not now"?

When I think of

all the noble Irishmen

who gave

their lives for Ireland,

and my son takes up with

a devious little Proddy b*tch!

She's not... a b*tch.

B*tch.

B*tch! B*tch!

Ma...

You are raving.

Oh, am I?! Well, let me

tell you something, mister!

You are not running around

with a Protestant

as long as you're

living under my roof!

I forbid it!

Oh, no! Oh, I see.

I see what it is.

You're possessed.

She's taken possession of you.

How dare you walk away

from me?!

Look at you,

you filthy thing!

Did you use contraceptives

to violate the holy tabernacle

of a woman's body?!

Did you commit sex

with a Protestant?

Are you finished?

[Door opens, closes]

Go and stay with your Proddy

slut, if she'll have you!

You're no son of mine!

[Brakes squealing]

[Smooches]

Thanks.

[Keys jingling]

[Footsteps approaching]

[Door opens]

Frankie, I want you

to come downstairs.

I'm sorry about last night.

Come on, will ya?

[Door opens]

Ah, Frankie.

Your mother asked me

to have a chat with you.

How are ya?

Don't mind this thing.

I'm off-duty.

[Both laugh]

I believe you're a big fan

of the Thin Lizzy's?

Huh?

Please, Frankie.

Just have a quick word with

Father Michael. For me?

Please sit down.

Your mother was telling me

you're feeling a bit off lately.

Can you tell me

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