The Limey Page #2
Ed opens a screen door to the backyard.
EXT. ED'S BACKYARD. NIGHT.
They sit at an outdoor table. Wilson with a TV dinner in
front of him now too. Sounds from inside MUTED. Even this
little house has a little pool.
WILSON:
Who done it, then?
ED:
Huh?
WILSON:
Snuffed her.
Ed surprised at Wilson's directness. Ed stands nervously.
ED:
Now, wait up a second, man.
And paces back and forth.
ED:
I never said nothin' about nothin' like
that. No, no, no. That's not what I
wrote to you.
WILSON:
No, but between the lines, eh?
Mysterious circumstances, and that.
Ed stops pacing.
ED:
Look, I sent you that newspaper clipping,
all right? I told you what I know. It
was an accident. I didn't say anything
about anybody being "snuffed."
Beat.
WILSON:
This bloke she was bunked up with. This
Terry what'sit.
ED:
Terry Valentine.
WILSON:
Valentine. What's he got to say for
himself?
ED:
I dunno. What's he gonna say? They had
a fight that night, she drove away, she
was upset? I don't even know the guy.
Don't get me wrong, Jenny and me were
friends, but we didn't travel in the same
social circles. She had her life, I had
mine.
Makes a kind of scoffing gesture: and you can see what my
life is.
ED:
Valentine came into the restaurant where
I work with Jenny a couple times. He's a
money guy. Jenny would say, hey, here's
my friend Eddie and he would shake my
hand and everything, but he wouldn't even
see me, you know what I mean.
Wilson gazes up at the sky. Clear night. Stars.
WILSON:
How long had she been in the States?
(as if to himself, somewhat
wistful)
Near on ten years, wasn't it? Long
enough to know her way about, I reckon.
Ed leans down, palms on the tabletop, facing Wilson.
ED:
There was an investigation, okay? The
car was totalled. Jennifer was... Her
neck was broken. On impact, they said.
So she wouldn't have... felt the effects
of the fire.
(helpless shrug)
It happens up there. Happens a lot.
What more can I tell you.
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