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He eats. Wants to put on more salt, but the saltcellar is
empty.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
The saltcellar is empty.
He looks up for an instant, as if he expected her to deal
with it. As she doesn’t react, he realizes the
inappropriateness of such an expectation, gets up himself,
heads for the kitchen cupboards and fills the salt cellar.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
I don’t know if he’s going to bring
us the CD. Maybe he won’t come at
all. In any case, he didn’t mention
it. I’d like to buy it. It was
really good and I don’t want to
wait long for it. We could go to
Virgin this afternoon and buy it.
What do you say?
He comes back to the table and sits down again.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
Hmmm? Anne? What’s the matter?
She looks at him and doesn’t answer.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
What’s going on? What’s the matter?
He waves his hand in front of her eyes and laughs nervously.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
Helllloooo!!! Cuckoo!!! I’m here!
She continues to look at him without reacting.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
(serious now) Anne! What’s going
on?
He waits, looks at her. No reaction. He stands up slightly,
leans over the table to sit beside her. Tries to make her
turn toward him.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
Anne, what’s the matter?
8.
He manages to get her torso to turn halfway toward him, but
her eyes look through him.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
Anne...what’s...
He takes her face in both hands and turns toward him.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
Anne...
She stares into the void. He drops his hands. Then sits
beside her, for quite awhile.
SILENCE:
Finally he gets up, heads for the sink, turns on the tap,
wets a tea towel, wrings it out a little, comes back and
places it on Anne’s face. Waits for a reaction that doesn’t
come. Then he pulls up her hair in the nape of her neck and
applies the cloth there. Then sits down and looks at her
imploringly.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
(close to tears)
Anne...Darling...please!
Once again they both remain seated. In the background, we
hear the GUSHING of the tap that in his panic he has
forgotten to turn it off.
Making a sudden decision, he gets up, rapidly crossing the
hallway, he goes into the bedroom where he starts to dress
agitatedly, which takes him quite a lot of time. Suddenly,
the GUSHING of the tap stops, which had accompanied us as far
as the bedroom.
George doesn’t notice it immediately, then he stops short.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
Anne?
Finally he returns, half dressed, into the kitchen.
Anne is seated in the same place and looks at him.
ANNE:
What are you doing?
She turns toward the breakfast.
ANNE (CONT’D)
You left the water running.
9.
Georges stares at her.
GEORGES:
(both aghast and furious)
Hey, what’s going on? Are you
completely crazy? Is this supposed
to be a joke, or what’s going on?
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