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She looks towards a rural landscape with
a herd of Friesans. CAL climbs a gate. MARCELLA hands LUCY to him
and he whirls her to the ground. MARCELLA climbs awkwardly over.
CAL holds her hand and helps her down. CAL winces but hides his
pain and his hand from her. She divides out the containers which
she has stored one within the other and they begin to gather berries.
LUCY has run on.
CUT TO: Containers half full of berries.
MARCELLA
The Italians and the Irish are very alike - the way they kill
each other.Not like the English. You never feel threatened in
London.
CAL
That's because they're all over here beating the shite out of
us.
MARCELLA
Ireland ! You'd think it was trying to make pain for itself. The
future means nothing.
CAL
It'll only have a future when the Brits get out.
MARCELLA
That's too simple and you know it. We must face the truth about
ourselves.
CAL stares at MARCELLA on the verge of a confession.
CAL
Did you ever do anything really bad ?
MARCELLA
(after thought) I stood a boy up once. Just because my friends
made fun of him.(CAL laughs at the triviality of her evil) No.
That was bad. To go with the herd. What about you ?
CAL
(he nods, takes a breath. She waits)
We beat a guy up once - two of us.
MARCELLA
Why do people hurt each other ?
CAL
He was a wee shite. He deserved it.
MARCELLA
Cal, sometimes you're very childish. We better go. (she looks
at the containers) About five pots.
MARCELLA moves off and CAL follows. MARCELLA puts
out her hand behind her thinking of the child but instead takes
CAL by the hand. She drops it immediately.
MARCELLA
I'm sorry - I was thinking of the child.
138 EXT. BRAMBLE LANE DAY
A deafening explosion. MARCELLA screams LUCY's
name. CAL sees a plume of smoke from a lower field and runs.Across
fields. There is an amorphous thing at the edge of the field. Half
a cow. Udders - milk and blood leaking out of the teats.
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