The Banshees of Inisherin (2022)

Kerry Condon: Siobhán Súilleabháin

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• Dominic Kearney : Howdo!

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : Jesus Christ, Dominic! Would you ever stop creeping up on people? You almost gave me a fecking heart attack!

  Dominic Kearney : I wasn't creeping up on ya. I was sliding up on ya.

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : Between you and that ghoul, Jesus!

  Dominic Kearney : I always call her a ghoul, too, because she is a ghoul. Jeez, we have a lot in common, don't we? Me and you. Calling old people ghouls and that. It's a great old lake, isn't it? I'm glad I caught you, actually. Because there was somethin' I was wantin' to ask ya, actually. And discovering how much we have in common... well, it just makes me want to ask you even more.

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : We don't have anything in common.

  Dominic Kearney : Don't skip ahead. But yeah, what I was wantin' to ask you was... Somethin' along the lines of... Should've planned this, really. Well, yeah, what I was wantin' to ask you was... You probably wouldn't ever want to, I don't know... to fall in love with a boy like me, would ya?

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : Dominic, I don't think so, love.

  Dominic Kearney : No, yeah, no. I was thinking no. Not even in the future, like? Like when I'm your age?

  [she nods negatively] 

  Dominic Kearney : Yeah, no, I didn't think so. Just thought I'd ask on the off chance, you know... like "faint heart" and that. Well, there goes that dream. Well... I best go over there and do whatever that thing over there I was gonna do was.

• Siobhan Súilleabháin : He won't be bothering you no more.

  Colm Doherty : That's a shame. That's the most interesting he's ever been. I think I like him again now.

• Colm Doherty : Ah, well, I suppose niceness doesn't last then, does it, Padraic? But will I tell ya something that does last?

  Pádraic Súilleabháin : What? And don't say somethin' stupid like music.

  Colm Doherty : Music lasts.

  Pádraic Súilleabháin : Knew it!

  Colm Doherty : And paintings last. And poetry lasts.

  Pádraic Súilleabháin : So does niceness.

  Colm Doherty : Do you know who we remember for how nice they was in the 17th century?

  Pádraic Súilleabháin : Who?

  Colm Doherty : Absolutely no one. Yet we all remember the music of the time. Everyone, to a man, knows Mozart's name.

  Pádraic Súilleabháin : Well, I don't, so there goes that theory. And anyway, we're talkin' about niceness. Not what's his name. My mammy, she was nice. I remember her. And my daddy, he was nice. I remember him. And my sister, she's nice. I'll remember her. Forever I'll remember her.

  Colm Doherty : And who else will?

  Pádraic Súilleabháin : Who else will what?

  Colm Doherty : Remember Siobhan and your niceness? No one will. In 50 years' time, no one will remember any of us. Yet the music of a man who lived two centuries ago...

  Pádraic Súilleabháin : "Yet" he says, like he's English.

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : Come home, Padraic.

  Pádraic Súilleabháin : I don't give a feck about Mozart. Or Borvoven. Or any of them funny name feckers. I'm Pádraic Súilleabháin. And I'm nice.

• Siobhan Súilleabháin : Dear Padraic, I am safely ensconced in the mainland and, Padraic, it's lovely here. There's a river running past my window as I write, and the people already seem less bitter and mental. I'm not sure why, but I think it's 'cause a lot of them are from Spain. Mostly, I wanted to say there's a spare bed here for you, Padraic. And with the war almost over, I think there'd be work for ya here. Because there's nothing for you on Inisherin. Nothing but more bleakness and grudges and loneliness and spite and the slow passing of time until death. And sure, you can do that anywhere. So come, Padraic. Leave there.

• Pádraic Súilleabháin : They don't think I'm dim or anything?

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : Dim? No.

  Pádraic Súilleabháin : You don't seem very sure about it.

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : Of course, I'm sure about it.

  Pádraic Súilleabháin : Dominic's the dim one on the island, isn't he?

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : He is, aye. By miles.

  Pádraic Súilleabháin : Uh, hang on, by miles. And then, who's the next dimmest?

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : Well, I don't like to judge people in those terms now, do I?

  Pádraic Súilleabháin : In what terms?

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : In order of their dimness.

  Pádraic Súilleabháin : Well, I know you don't. And neither do I, do I? But try, like.

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : No! I won't try. There's enough judgy people on this fecking island, so no! You're not dim! You're a nice man, all right? So, move on!

  Pádraic Súilleabháin : I'm as clever as you, anyways. I know that at least.

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : Yeah, don't be fucking stupid.

• Siobhan Súilleabháin : You can't just all of a sudden stop being friends with a fella!

  Colm Doherty : Why can't I?

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : Why can't ya? Because it isn't nice.

• Mrs. O'Riordan : Letter came for ya.

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : Fell open, did it?

  Mrs. O'Riordan : Aye, in the heat, I suppose.

• Siobhan Súilleabháin : Has he said somethin' to ya when he was drunk?

  Colm Doherty : No, I prefer him when he's drunk. It's all the rest of the time I have the problem with.

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : What's the fecking matter, then?

  Colm Doherty : He's dull, Siobhan.

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : He's what?

  Colm Doherty : He's dull.

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : But he's always been dull. What's changed?

  Colm Doherty : I've changed. I just don't have a place for dullness in me life anymore.

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : But you live on an island off the coast of Ireland, Colm. What the hell are you hoping for, like?

  Colm Doherty : For a bit of peace, Siobhan. That's all. For a bit of peace in me heart, like. You can understand that. Can't ya? Can't ya?

• Siobhan Súilleabháin : What do you need from him, Colm? To end all this?

  Colm Doherty : Silence, Siobhan. Just silence.

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : One more silent man on Inisherin, good-oh! Silence it is, so.

  Colm Doherty : This isn't about Inisherin. It's about one boring man leaving another man alone, that's all.

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : One boring man! You're all fucking boring! With your piddling grievances over nothin'! You're all fucking boring! I'll see he doesn't talk to you no more.

  Colm Doherty : Do. Else it'll be all four of them the next time, not just the one.

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : You're not serious. Well, that won't help your fecking music.

  Colm Doherty : Aye. We're gettin' somewhere now.

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : I think you might be ill, Colm.

• Dominic Kearney : Was you never wild?

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : Wild? Was I never wild? I don't know what you're talking about, Dominic. Wild how? Angry?

  Dominic Kearney : Not angry. Wild

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : You just keep saying wild, Dominic!

• Peadar Kearney : What were you talking to the boat fella for?

  Siobhan Súilleabháin : For none of your fecking business, I think it was.