Amour Page #4
She looks at him with amazement.
ANNE:
What did you say?
GEORGES:
(seriously)
Is this a joke? Is this meant to be
a joke?
ANNE:
What joke? I don’t get it! Why are
you talking to me like that? What’s
got into you?
Georges comes from the door to the table.
GEORGES:
Anne! Please! Stop this game. It’s
not funny.
ANNE:
(getting irritated)
What game, for Christ’s sake? What
on earth’s the matter?!!
Georges is about to answer in a similarly irritated tone,
but gradually begins to suspect that he could be mistaken. He
tries to calm down, takes his chair that has remained beside
Anne, sits down and looks at his wife. She doesn’t know how
to react.
GEORGES:
What’s the matter? Why didn’t you
react?
ANNE:
To what?
GEORGES:
To what? To me, to everything.
ANNE:
When?
10.
GEORGES:
Just now. A moment ago.
ANNE:
Please tell me what’s wrong. What
am I supposed to have done?
Georges first looks away reluctantly, then looks at Anne. He
doesn’t want to believe that its serious.
GEORGES:
I don’t know what to say. Do you
really not know what just happened?
ANNE:
But what DID happen?
GEORGES:
(almost reluctantly bowing his head
as he speaks) You were sitting
there, staring at me. You didn’t
answer me when I asked you what the
matter was.
He picks up the wet tea towel from the table.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
I put this tea towel on your face,
and you didn’t react.
Anne looks at the towel, then at Georges, and shakes her
head, perturbed that she can’t understand. Georges looks at
her. He sees the damp marks on the collar of her robe.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
Look... There’s still dampness on
your collar.
Anne follows his gesture, tugs on her collar and sees the
damp marks. She slowly grasps that something is awry.
ANNE:
When... When was it?
GEORGES:
Just now, a few minutes ago.
ANNE:
So...??
GEORGES:
There’s no “So”. I went into the
bedroom to get dressed. I wanted to
get help.
11.
ANNE:
Help?
GEORGES:
Yes, and then you turned off the
tap.
ANNE:
Yes. Because you left it on.
SILENCE:
ANNE (CONT’D)
I don’t understand.
GEORGES:
Neither do I.
PAUSE.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
Don’t you think it’s best if I call
Dr. Bertier?
ANNE:
Why? What can he do?
GEORGES:
I don’t know. Examine you.
ANNE:
I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong
with me.
GEORGES:
Anne, please!! That’s absurd. We
can’t pretend that nothing
happened.
ANNE:
But what DID happen?
PAUSE.
ANNE (CONT’D)
I’m here. I’m having my breakfast,
and you’re telling me things
happened that I don’t understand.
GEORGES:
Can you explain how the tea towel
got there?
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