START: DIARMAID. We got the first bus from Waterside and it’s coming down stair rods all the way. 6 a.m. and the coach is sardines, we’re stood up all the way, riding into Belfast on the way to the funeral. The driver’s got the radio on full-blast and your man there’s sayin’ eighty, ninety thousand folk are lining the street.

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END: MICHAEL. How do you know what uncle Seamus did? You were six years old when he disappeared. Sure, I was five. Declan there was in his f#&kin’ nappy. None of us know what uncle Seamus did.

For full extended scene, please refer to the script edition cited here: Jez Butterworth, The Ferryman, NHB Modern Plays, 2017, pp. 100-110.