The Field by John B. Keane

Author:John B. Keane
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: General, Fiction, Drama, English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh, Kerry, Man from Clare, Many Young Men of Twenty, Durango, Brian Dennehy, The Field, Sive, Moll, Big Maggie, Richard Harris, John B. Keane, Keane, High Meadow, Bull McCabe, Listowel, Chastitute
ISBN: 9780853429760
Publisher: Mercier Press

Scene 3

[Action takes place in the pub late that evening. Leamy is at the door looking out, Maimie is outside bar, watching him]

Maimie: [To Leamy after opening pause] It’s quiet, Leamy. You could have gone out with the boys.

Leamy: I’d rather be here with you, Muddy. You go out for a walk and I’ll be OK. There won’t be anybody in for a while.

Maimie: A funny thing, Mister, I’d rather be here with you, too. Give my back a rub like a good boy. [Leamy does so] Oh, that’s lovely!

Leamy: I wish it was always like this.

Maimie: Sit down, Leamy, and we’ll treat ourselves to a drink.

Leamy: You stay there and I’ll get it. [He seats his mother] Now, what’ll it be? The sky’s the limit!

Maimie: I’ll have a drop of brandy. Are they asleep upstairs?

Leamy: All sound! … A small brandy it’ll be.

[He goes behind counter]

Maimie: I haven’t sat down since morning. It’s like a holiday having a stretch. [She yawns] I wonder what it’s like to have a job that ends at six with Saturdays and Sundays free and holidays. Can you imagine, Leamy … holidays. Sure, if we had holidays we wouldn’t know what to do with ’em.

Leamy: [Places drink on table and sits down] Would you like a cigarette?

Maimie: Aye, they’re over there by the register. You’re a great boy! [Lifts her glass] Long life, Leamy!

Leamy: And the same to you, Muddy! [They drink!] Do you feel it, too?

Maimie: Feel what?

Leamy: The fear! I’m getting afraid already. I’ll bolt the door and put up the shutters and let nobody in. Let’s just sit here and never open that old door again.

Maimie: I know what you mean, Leamy.

[Someone approaches from outside]

Maimie: Take the glasses, quick!

Mrs McCabe: Ah, wait for me, will you!

Dandy: C’mon. C’mon.

[Leamy takes the glasses and hurries behind the counter. Enter Dandy McCabe and his Wife. His Wife trails behind him, wearing a shawl]

Dandy: Good evening, Maimie!

Maimie: Dandy, Mrs McCabe.

Mrs McCabe: Hello, Maimie.

Maimie: What can I do for you?

Dandy: Give us a gargle first. [To Wife] What do you want?

Mrs McCabe: A tint of peppermint.

Dandy: Give her a peppermint and give me a half o’ rum.

Leamy: I’ll get them, Muddy.

Maimie: Good boy, Leamy.

Dandy: Is the boss in?

Maimie: He should be back shortly.

Dandy: You’ll do, just as nicely. I want to pay him for that acre of bog. Will you see if he has it in the books?

Maimie: Sit down, I won’t be a minute.

[Exit Maimie]

Dandy: [To Wife] C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon! Sit down there you, in a place where I can be admiring you.

[Leamy emerges with drinks and places them on table]

Dandy: You’re the oldest boy, aren’t you?

Leamy: Yes sir!

Dandy: Call me Dandy, man. They all call it to me. Them that don’t do it to my face, do it behind my back. What’s your name?

Leamy: Leamy!

Dandy: Leamy, Dandy!

Leamy: Leamy, Dandy!

Dandy: You’re called after your grandfather, Leamy Flanagan. A decent man he was. Too fond of his drop. A good man’s case. How much is due to you?

Leamy: Three shillings.

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