The Last of the High Kings Page #8

about it?

I bet you can if you try.

Mrs. G?

If you wouldn't mind?

[Cups clinking]

Go on, Frankie.

Girls. Is that what

it's all about?

I don't know.

Some very strange things

seem to happen at night.

W-Would these things

tend to happen when you're...

having thoughts?

W-When, you know...

Sometimes...

I think...

I'm completely possessed.

I-l just...

I-l just... can't...

stop myself.

Thinking of devious little

Protestant b*tches...

with erect nipples,

begging me to violate

the holy tabernacle

of their bodies...

And I can't see any reason

not to.

And then

the bed starts to shake

and whirl around the room,

and I get dizzy,

and I start going,

"Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!"

And the dirty Protestant b*tch,

s-she's stroking me,

licking me,

grabbing me by...

Stop right there,

mister!

Is this meant

to be funny, Frankie?!

You will apologize

this instant.

I'm not apologizing

to anyone.

Father, this is

not my son talking.

The Protestants

have bewitched him.

Hey, you know something?

You're right.

But the funny thing is,

I'm okay,

all of my friends are okay,

even Jayne Wayne's okay.

There's nothing wrong

with the Labour Party,

or the British,

or contraceptives,

o-or even Protestants!

They're no better or worse

than anyone else.

You don't like it?

I'm sorry for you.

Cathleen:
Have you forgotten

about the famine?!

- Frankie...

- How the Brits starved

millions of our innocent people

just so they could make cakes

for that fat b*tch of a queen

across the water?

What about 1916?

They shot down thousands of

innocent Irish revolutionaries!

Think of Parnell

and Wolfe Tone

and poor, old Robert Emmet.

And now, you...

you've become a Proddy lover!

Frankie...

Most of the

Irish revolutionaries

were Protestant...

Emmet, Parnell,

Wolfe Tone... all Protestant.

Half of

the so-called heroes

who you think of as

having noble blood

were Protestant.

I suppose Pearse was a Prod,

and De Valera.

No,

De Valera was American.

That's how he missed

getting shot in 1916.

But do you want to know

what this is really about?

The fact is, I'm gonna go out

with whoever I want to,

and you're not

gonna stop me.

Protestant,

Catholic, Baptist,

Methodist, Lutheran,

Calvinist,

or Seventh-Day Adventist!

And you know what?

I hope I get bewitched

by 'em all.

Frankie... I think your

exam results have just arrived.

Well, open it.

They're early.

Man:
Your time is up...

now...

[Thud]

Come on, get up.

Come on.

Frankie?

You all right?

Oh, he's okay.

Frankie, you passed.

You got three honors...

English, French, and History.

Well done.

Congratulations,

you dope.

It's probably a mistake,

you know.

Don't be so rotten.

Just kidding.

Looks like he passed exams.

He did really well.

[Laughs]

I knew you could do it.

You're a genius and a high King!

Thanks.

[Paper rustling]

Ma,

I meant what I said.

- Huh?

- I'm not gonna put up

with that stuff anymore.

I know, I know. There are

plenty of good Protestants.

Yeah.

Yeah.

It's a shame

they're all dead.

[Chuckling]

What happened

to the priest?

Had to run.

Urgent exorcism or something.

Actors.

Sure, I've had 'em all

in this car.

Laurence Olivier himself,

no less,

having a right barney

with Vivien Leigh,

right where you're sitting.

Robert Redford, Paul Newman

in the same week.

Of course, I do a bit

of acting meself.

You know?

[Shouting indistinctly]

Parnell.

Hey, hey!

There he is!

Ma!

[Vehicle approaching]

Go on.

Come on, Da!

Straight through.

Do it!

Frankie:
Do it, Da!

[All cheering]

[Cheers and applause]

Yay!

[Emergency brake engages,

engine turns off]

It's only a gate.

Kids...

[Grunts]

[Smooches]

[Smooches]

How are you?

I missed you.

[American cowboy accent]

Welcome home, sheriff.

[American cowboy accent]

Thank you, pardner.

Hey, Noelie.

Congratulations.

Thanks, Da.

I knew you'd do it.

[Birds chirping]

We missed you.

And I missed you.

Hmm.

So, are you excited

about going to college?

Well...

[Sea gulls crying]

I still want to see

the world, you know?

It's all there for you,

Frankie.

I'm not sure

where to start.

Everything's

turned on its head.

Yeah, I know

what you mean.

Poor ol' Elvis, eh?

End of an era.

Tsk.

I had this party planned,

but... we had to cancel it.

Nelson's in mourning.

Hmm.

Well, maybe...

You mightn't have a party,

but you could have...

you could have a wake.

- [Laughs]

- Hey.

That's not a bad idea.

Nelson:
To Elvis Aaron Presley,

the greatest singer

that ever lived.

Born January 8, 1935,

in Tupelo, Mississippi.

Died August 16, 1977,

in Graceland,

Memphis, Tennessee.

The King is dead.

- [Squeaking]

- Long live The King.

All:
Long live The King.

[Cheers and applause]

# Well, it's one for the money,

two for the show #

# Three to get ready,

now go, cat, go #

# But don't you

step on my blue suede shoes #

# Well, you can do

anything, but lay off

of my blue suede shoes #

Rock it.

[Guitar solo]

Yeah!

# Well, it's blue, blue,

blue suede shoes #

# Blue, blue,

blue suede shoes #

# Yeah, blue, blue,

blue suede shoes, baby #

# Blue, blue,

blue suede shoes #

# Well, you can do

anything, but lay off

of my blue suede shoes #

[Cheers and applause]

[Whistling]

[Cheering fades]

[Waves crashing]

- Hi.

- Hi.

[Inhales sharply]

So...

What are you gonna do

with the rest of your life?

Haven't decided.

Go to college, travel...

both.

How about you?

I'm going to Paris

for six months.

Work part-time,

study part-time.

Live out

all those fantasies

of sitting in cafes

and reading books.

Sounds great.

Listen...

[Clicks tongue]

Do you want to dance?

No.

[Sighs]

Okay.

[Inhales sharply]

I'll see ya.

Take it easy.

Bye.

[Waves crashing]

Look... I just want to

tell you something.

Where I come from,

if you like someone...

you just... tell 'em.

You don't hide it, like

you're afraid or something.

You make absolutely sure

that person knows exactly

how you feel about them.

I like that.

And I like you...

a lot.

So,

you don't want to dance?

Do you want to...

go for a walk?

You sure about this?

Yeah. I'm sure.

Okay, then.

Let's walk.

Paris...

that's a great idea.

Why didn't I

think of that?

Hmm.

Sweetheart...

# I am just a cowboy #

# Lonesome on the trail #

# A starry night #

# A campfire light #

# The coyote call #

# And the howlin' winds wail #

# So I'll ride out #

# To the old sundown #

# I am just a cowboy #

# Lonesome on the trail #

# Lord, I'm just thinkin'

'bout a certain female #

# The nights

we spent together #

# Ridin' on the range #

# Lookin' back #

# It seems so strange #

# Roll me over

and turn me around #

# Let me keep spinnin'

till I hit the ground #

# Roll me over

and let me go #

# Ridin' in the rodeo #

# I was took in Texas #

# I did not know her name #

# Lord, all these southern

girls, they seem the same #

# Down below the border #

# In a town in Mexico #

# I got my job bustin' broncs

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