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He eats. Wants to put on more salt, but the saltcellar is

empty.

GEORGES (CONT’D)

The saltcellar is empty.

He looks up for an instant, as if he expected her to deal

with it. As she doesn’t react, he realizes the

inappropriateness of such an expectation, gets up himself,

heads for the kitchen cupboards and fills the salt cellar.

GEORGES (CONT’D)

I don’t know if he’s going to bring

us the CD. Maybe he won’t come at

all. In any case, he didn’t mention

it. I’d like to buy it. It was

really good and I don’t want to

wait long for it. We could go to

Virgin this afternoon and buy it.

What do you say?

He comes back to the table and sits down again.

GEORGES (CONT’D)

Hmmm? Anne? What’s the matter?

She looks at him and doesn’t answer.

GEORGES (CONT’D)

What’s going on? What’s the matter?

He waves his hand in front of her eyes and laughs nervously.

GEORGES (CONT’D)

Helllloooo!!! Cuckoo!!! I’m here!

She continues to look at him without reacting.

GEORGES (CONT’D)

(serious now) Anne! What’s going

on?

He waits, looks at her. No reaction. He stands up slightly,

leans over the table to sit beside her. Tries to make her

turn toward him.

GEORGES (CONT’D)

Anne, what’s the matter?

8.

He manages to get her torso to turn halfway toward him, but

her eyes look through him.

GEORGES (CONT’D)

Anne...what’s...

He takes her face in both hands and turns toward him.

GEORGES (CONT’D)

Anne...

She stares into the void. He drops his hands. Then sits

beside her, for quite awhile.

SILENCE:

Finally he gets up, heads for the sink, turns on the tap,

wets a tea towel, wrings it out a little, comes back and

places it on Anne’s face. Waits for a reaction that doesn’t

come. Then he pulls up her hair in the nape of her neck and

applies the cloth there. Then sits down and looks at her

imploringly.

GEORGES (CONT’D)

(close to tears)

Anne...Darling...please!

Once again they both remain seated. In the background, we

hear the GUSHING of the tap that in his panic he has

forgotten to turn it off.

Making a sudden decision, he gets up, rapidly crossing the

hallway, he goes into the bedroom where he starts to dress

agitatedly, which takes him quite a lot of time. Suddenly,

the GUSHING of the tap stops, which had accompanied us as far

as the bedroom.

George doesn’t notice it immediately, then he stops short.

GEORGES (CONT’D)

Anne?

Finally he returns, half dressed, into the kitchen.

Anne is seated in the same place and looks at him.

ANNE:

What are you doing?

She turns toward the breakfast.

ANNE (CONT’D)

You left the water running.

9.

Georges stares at her.

GEORGES:

(both aghast and furious)

Hey, what’s going on? Are you

completely crazy? Is this supposed

to be a joke, or what’s going on?

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