We follow BILLY as he pushes passed her and rushes down the hall towards
living room.

MRS. LYNES (cont’d V/0)
I wasn’t expecting him back till next week.

Billy stares into the crowded room. At the table by the window a small group
are singing along to a young priest strumming a guitar

GROUP
The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train and there to
meet me are my mamma and papa..
Glasses and snacks as at a party. Old man asleep in the armchair, railway
badge on his lapel. In another armchair an old lady is leafing through a
photo album with a young girl who is crouched down beside her. Others
talking in the kitchenette. Bottles on the hatch. White shirts and black
ties. Sober dresses. Like Church goers. Condolence cards on the top of the TV
and side board.

BILLY
(voice rising))
TRAIN TRAIN, TRAIN TRAIN..

Faces turning towards him as the music tails off. His name being whispered.
Uneasy silence descending.

BILLY
(screaming)
bastard fuck shit cunt

MRS. LYNES
(rushing in with KERR)
Stop that nonsense now Billy Lynes!

Billy rushes towards his bedroom and bursts in on children playing with the
elaborate model railway that dominates the room. BILLY starts to screams. The
children rush out as he picks up a model engine and hurls it through the
window pane. The train and broken glass slowly falling as scream reverberates.

EXT. FLATS. Evening
Removal Men looking up from their armchairs on the pavement towards the flats
as the engine thumps down beside them.

REMOVAL MAN
Some other poor fucker gone off the rails
In the background the taxi driver carries Mr. Kerr’s case toward the flats.

DRIVER
(putting the case down)
are you the care taker?

CARETAKER
Yes.

DRIVER
(walking away)
take care of this then. He’s upstairs somewhere delivering a spastic.

INT. Lynes Flat.Evening
Mr. Kerr and Priest outside bedroom door where Billy is howling and smashing
things.

PRIEST
He sounds like someone possessed

Kerr looks at priest. Along the corridor in the sitting room Mrs. Lynes is
saying goodbye to the guests.

MRS. LYNES
(to old woman)
I don’t know how I’ll explain it to him. I’ll cross that bridge when I come
to it.

OLD WOMAN
We’ll my dear I’m sure Father McGurk will be a great help and comfort to you.