Shallow Grave Page #4

Hugo replaces the receiver.

HUGO:

(continued)

It was some guy called Brian.

JULIET:

Did he sound upset?

HUGO:

A little bit. Is that good or bad?

JULIET:

It's an improvement.

The telephone begins to ring again.

HUGO:

Shall I answer it?

JULIET:

No, just leave it. He knows I must be at home. I'm working nights

this week.

The telephone continues to ring.

HUGO:

Working nights?

JULIET:

I'm a doctor.

HUGO:

And he's a patient of yours?

JULIET:

No. But he needs treatment.

HUGO:

For what?

JULIET:

A certain weakness.

HUGO:

The human condition.

JULIET:

You know about it?

HUGO:

I write about it?

JULIET:

And that's not the same thing?

HUGO:

No, but like all novelists, I'm in search of the self.

INT. KITCHEN. MORNING

Juliet, dressed and fatigued, sits at the table sipping a coffee.

Alex is also seated at the table, but wearing an old dressing-

gown and munching at cornflakes while he reads a newspaper and

talks at the same time. An array of other papers is spread over

the table.

ALEX:

Has he tried down the back of the fridge? I mean, that's where I

normally find things.

JULIET:

He seemed like a nice guy, Alex.

Juliet gets up and leaves the kitchen. The soundof a bath running

is heard.

ALEX:

I'm not saying he didn't seem like a nice guy. All I'm saying is,

it's a bit strange, and this search for the self, and what he's

on about, you know.

Alex hears the mail falling through the door and stands up to

leave the kitchen and get it.

JULIET:

(calling from outside)

He didn't seem strange, Alex.He seemed, you know --

INT. BATHROOM.MORNING.

Juliet watches the bath fill.

JULIET:

...interesting.

INT. KITCHEN. MORNING

Alex considers her reply.

ALEX:

Interesting. Interesting.

INT. HALL. MORNING

Alex is walking through the hall to the door,muttering

interesting' to himself. As he passes the phone starts to ring.

He stops and lifts it.

ALEX:

Hello. No, she's not in. No. No. No. No ideas.

Alex replaces the reciever and walks on to the door.

JULIET:

(from the bathroom)

Who was it?

ALEX:

I don't know. He sounded Swedish. Do you know any Swedish men?

Maybe it was just the emotion.

Alex picks up the mail and looks through it. As he does so,David

emerges from his room, dressed for work.

ALEX:

(continued)

What do you think?

DAVID:

About what?

ALEX:

About this guy, this Hugo person.

DAVID:

I don't have time.

ALEX:

I'm only asking what you think.

DAVID:

I don't have time to discuss it now. I don't care so long as he's

not a freak.

David opens the door. Alex hands him an envelope.

ALEX:

This is for you. It's your mother's handwriting, so I didn't open

it. I don't like reading about your father's constipation.

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