Okay, but make the pants nice and tight, Mom. You know how I like 'em. I reckon I ought to by now. Hey, so, Ellie thinks I should record some of my songs. And move out of town and become a fancy musician? (CHUCKLES) Well, I think those songs are too good to keep to yourself. (CHUCKLES) No, I'm not gonna leave this place. Yeah, well, I gotta go. Do you need a ride to the funeral home tomorrow? I can just meet you there. Bye. Close your eyes, and just go to sleep. Does Ellie live here now? No, she's just here 'cause her daddy passed away. Would you let her live here if she wanted to? I think she's got a life back where she lives. Go on, close your eyes, go to bed. (HUFFS PLAYFULLY) Go to sleep, okay?
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"The Snake" by Al Wilson That's good! You're getting there. Feeling it, yeah. Then you've go to and get your fancy moves. Do your high kicks. Come on, feel it. In time to the music. Something like that.Get the basics right and everything else will follow. Tell you what, mate... just stick to two and three. How come you can dance and I can't? Dunno. Take after me dad. Your grandad. What was he like? - Do you want to be buried or cremated? - Surprise me. - 'Bout you? - Neither. They reckon drowning's a good way to go, don't they? Dunno, never tried it. - D'you reckon he can hear us? - Doubt it. - He was deaf! - HE LAUGHS - Are you like him? - He was the talk of the village, me dad. Always tellin' stories. Used to sit us on his knee - and tell us all about the old days in Killarney. - How old were you? 29! Nah, dunno, four or five. Used to take us there in the school holidays. - Took us to the Blarney Stone. - What's that? - If you kiss it, it's meant to give you the gift of the gab. - So you'll have better luck chattin' up girls. - Did it work? - Yeah. - Shagged this girl called Mary there. - On the Blarney Stone? - Yeah. Me dad went mental. But I could tell he was thinking, "Nice one, son". You're meant to look up to your dad. I did. He was a hero. Are you like him? Come on. It's getting cold. - Leanne! - What do you want? - Can I hold him? - No! - Please, just for a bit? - Why are you suddenly arsed about him? You don't even know his name. Buy him some nappies. That wouldn't even buy him one. It's all I've got. Please? - Will it mean you'll leave us alone? - Yeah. Like that, divvy! He's not a sack of spuds. Hey, mate. It's Elliott. Hi, Elliott. His first name's William after my granddad. Billy Elliott?
>> A Boy Called Dad Movie Script

INT. MR. MARSCHAL'S LIVING ROOM - MORNINGThis brownstone has been home to the Marschal's for many, many years. It's filled with a lifetime of memories. Memories shared by two people. Two rocking chairs sit side by side near the windows that overlook the street... A corner table displays fancy wooden chess set. The game half-finished, frozen in a layer of dust... An easel stands before a piano. The incomplete water color painting of a smiling elderly woman sitting on the piano bench sits sadly on the faded yellow paper. Malcolm takes in the living room silently. He stands near the open door. Cole walks through the room. Tiny eyes searching carefully. He leans behind the sofa looking for something. Malcolm watches Cole with a crinkled brow. Cole peeks behind the old piano crammed against the wall. MR. MARSCHAL Maybe Jill will play for us when she gets back. Cole turns to find Mr. Marschal standing with a glass of lemonade. Cole takes it from his shaking hands.
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Well now it's undone, okay? Forget Bontecou! Scrub him! I'm tired of his fancy name and his fancy offer. I'm not going for it. A moment.
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