Waking Ned Page #7

Although, are you sure

this is a good time?

It is, Jim.

As good as any.

All right.

You wouldn't like a drink?

No. I'd best leave

you alone now, Ned.

Tighten up your strings, boys.

Oh, that's great, Jim.

Mind your head there, now.

Will do now.

Well, the best of luck, Ned.

Give me a call if you

need any more advice.

And watch out

for your friends.

Don't be spending all

your money in one go.

Oh, no.

I wouldn't do that.

Jackie, good luck to you.

Take care.

- Good luck, man.

- Look after himself now.

- I will, I will.

- All right, best of luck.

Thanks, Jim.

Pints are on the house!

Pints on the house!

Hi, Maggie.

Finn, you're stinking.

- Oh, sorry, Maggs.

- Stinking rich.

No more pigs.

No more pigs, Maggie.

Ah, come for a whirl, girl.

You have beautiful calves.

Any news from the witch?

No, Brendy.

We heard the last from her.

What if she calls the lotto?

She won't call.

Anyway, the phones are down.

What's she going to do,

walk to Dublin?

I'm watching you, fella.

Go on, boys.

Give it a lash.

B*tch.

B*tch.

Whoo!

Go on, boys.

National Lottery.

Give it a lash.

Go on, boys.

- Hello?

- Ah-choo!

Aah!

Whoo!

Huh?

Unbelievable.

Get your hands off those.

- Hello.

- How are you, Jackie?

All right, darling.

I was just looking at your

man there, Al Capone.

Jackie, would you say

Maurice needed a father...

more than seven

million pounds?

I'd say he needed a father

more than 50 million.

That's what I thought.

But what are you saying?

How would he be entitled

to the money?

Ned does have family, Jackie.

No.

You'll not tell a soul now.

Maurice is the millionaire?

Yeah.

He treated me better

than any man before.

You must take it all, Maggie.

Take it all. Put it away

for yourself and the boy.

No, no.

Maurice can do without it.

Besides, Finn would know

he wasn't the father.

I can do without the millions,

but I can't afford to lose Finn.

Sure, 130,000 each is plenty.

- Slainte.

- Slainte.

Come on now.

We're almost at the top.

We can sleep it off later

like the rest of them.

Do we all have a drink?

Here, Maurice.

Take a drink and

remember the man.

Then raise your

spirits to the sky.

Raise them to Ned Devine.

God bless you, Ned...

and may we be

forever in your debt.

To Ned Devine.

To Ned.

To Ned.

Fill to me the parting glass

And drink a health

Whate'er befalls

Then gently rise

And softly call

Good night and joy

Be to you all

Of all the comrades

That e'er I had

They're sorry for

my going away

And all the sweethearts

That e'er I had

They'd wish me

one more day to stay

Since it fell into my lot

That I should rise

And you should not

I gently rise

And softly call

Good night

and joy be to

You all

But since it

fell into my lot

That I should rise

And you should not

I gently rise

and softly call

Good night and

joy be to you all

So fill to me

the parting glass

And drink a health

Whate'er befalls

Then gently rise

and softly call

Good night

and joy be to

You all

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