Shallow Grave Page #3

JULIET:

I thought you stopped going.

ALEX:

Yeah, he had one too many of thise urges. You of all people

should know that.

Alex leans close to Juliet. Juliet brakes abruptly and, as Alex

flies forward, elbows him in the chest.

ALEX:

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God, you two are sensitive. All I'm doing is implying some sort

of sordid, ugly, sexual liason. Why, I'd be proud of that sort of

thing.

JULIET:

Maybe you should go, Alex.You'll meet someone wonderful.

ALEX:

For my life? At a discussion group? I think not.

JULIET:

For the flat.

ALEX:

No. Be someone else like him. One is enough. And what happened to

that girl, that friend of yours, the one that came round. I liked

her. I really felt we had something. She could have moved in. We

had chemistry.

JULIET:

She hated you --

ALEX:

Well, she had problems --

JULIET:

-- more than anyone she has ever met. In her whole life.

ALEX:

-- I'd be the first topoint that out. In all kindness I would.

But, like they say, you know, she's got to want to change, hasn't

she?

INT. STAIRWELL. DAY

Outside the door of the flat Hugo rings the bell and waits.

Juliet opens the door. Hugo is in his early thirties, tall, dark

and bohemian in appearance.

JULIET:

You must be Hugo.

HUGO:

You must be Juliet.

JULIET:

Would you like to come in?

HUGO:

I'd be delighted.

Hugo walks in and Juliet closes the door quite deliberately

behind him.

INT. VACANT ROOM. DAY

Hugo looks around, pleased at what he sees, while Juliet watches

him. He sits on the edge of the bed.

HUGO:

It's nice.

JULIET:

Would you like to see the rest?

INT. LIVING ROOM. DAY

Hugo is seated on the sofa, Juliet sits opposite on an armchair.

JULIET:

What do you do?

HUGO:

Well, I've been away for a bit, travelling, that sort of thing,

and now I'm trying to write a novel.

JULIET:

What's it about?

HUGO:

A priest who dies.

JULIET:

I see.

HUGO:

Yeah. Well, maybe I'll change it.

JULIET:

No.

HUGO:

Yes, I mean, who wants to read about another dead priest? It's

about some other guy, some guy who's not a priest, who doesn't

die. You see, it's better already.

JULIET:

Writing seems easy.

HUGO:

It's a breeze.

The telephone begins to ring out in the hall. Juliet does not

move and at first says nothing. Hugo looks at her and towards the

door leading to the hall. After several rings, Juliet speaks.

JULIET:

Do you think you could answer that?

HUGO:

The telephone?

It continues to ring.

JULIET:

Yes, the telephone, but if it's for me, I'm not in.

HUGO:

You're not in.

JULIET:

No.

HUGO:

All right.

Hugo stands up. The ringing continues.

INT. HALL. DAY

Hugo lifts the phone. He turns to face Juliet and looks her in

the eye as he lies on her behalf.

HUGO:

Hello. Yes. Who's calling please? Well, I'm sorry, but she's not

in right now. I don't know. Would you like to leave a message?

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