The Crying Game Page #2

Late at night -- it is dark. The men are sleeping. Fergus is

sitting by a chair, gun in his hand, watching the prisoner.

Jude comes in, with a flashlight.

5.

FERGUS:

Hey -- what's he like?

JUDE:

Horny bastard.

FERGUS:

Did you give him it?

JUDE:

There are certain things I wouldn't do

for my country.

FERGUS:

Have a look at him.

JUDE:

Can't.

FERGUS:

Poke him or something. See if he's still

alive.

JUDE:

He's all right.

FERGUS:

Hasn't moved for twelve hours. Go on.

Have a heart.

She moves over to him. She prods him in the legs with her

foot. He doesn't move. Then she lifts the hood ever so

slightly, to peer inside. Suddenly the man moves like

lightning, jerking his head down so the hood comes off,

throwing his body, tied to the chair, over Jude.

JODY:

You f***ing b*tch -- you f***ing whore --

He pins her to the ground, his body bent with the chair. He

writhes on top of her in a grotesque parody of love. She is

screaming and the room is alive, each man awake, grabbing

guns, screaming.

MAGUIRE:

Turn the f***ing thing off --

EXT. FARMHOUSE - NIGHT.

Fergus follows Jude out a back door, holding her by the arm.

FERGUS:

You all right?

6.

JUDE:

F***ing animal.

She takes in huge gobs of air.

FERGUS:

You don't know that.

JUDE:

F***ing do. I had him all over me.

He touches her face.

FERGUS:

Tough work, that.

JUDE:

Someone's got to do it.

She rubs her hand on his chest.

JUDE:

Nah, it was a breeze. Just thought of

you.

She sidles closer, coming on to him.

JUDE:

And you know what, Fergus? One of you

made me want it...

She puts her lips to his neck.

FERGUS:

Which one?

She doesn't answer. They embrace.

EXT. FARMHOUSE - MORNING.

A hot summer's day. There are tall hedges all around the

house. Fergus leads Jody, still bound and hooded, over toward

a greenhouse.

INT. GREENHOUSE - DAY

Dusty tomato plants and vines everywhere. Broken glass. The

sun pouring through. Fergus leads Jody over to a wrought iron

chair and sits him in it. He sits opposite, gun on his lap.

Fergus takes some sandwiches out of a brown paper bag. He

holds one out toward him.

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