Away from Her Page #4

15 INT LIVINGROOM - NIGHT 15

They have drinks in the livingroom

FIONA:

Well at least we’re all waiting

together.

WILLIAM:

You wouldn’t say that if you were

waiting for a transplant.

PHOEBE:

(to William)

Who have you become all of a

sudden? Jesus, you sound like one

of those “Stand up For Canada”

conservative commercials.

FIONA:

(winks at William)

Well he’s not as young as he used

to be Phoebe.

Grant is poking the fire. His hands covered in soot.

9.

WILLIAM:

I just don’t think you can ignore

how serious a problem these waiting

lists are.

FIONA:

I think they are a problem. I just

don’t think the solution is a

shorter line for those who can

afford it and longer lines for

those who can’t. Oh look, now

you’ve made me all earnest and

boring.

Grant looks down at his sooty fingers. He gets up and as he

passes Fiona, he touches her face, leaving a big sooty

fingerprint on her cheek. She looks up at him knowingly. She

knows there’s a mark on her cheek and tries hard not to

smile. He tries not to smile too. It doesn’t really work. He

sits down.

FIONA:

You’re an idiot. Do you know that?

GRANT:

It worked for you.

FIONA:

It’s a wonder I ever brought him

home to the parents.

16 INT LIVINGROOM- JUNE 2003- NIGHT 16

They eat dinner.

FIONA:

It was one of those craft shows

where you look around and wonder

that the laws of supply and demand

have allowed for the production of

so many macrame ducks.

PHOEBE:

God those are everywhere. What do

you do with them.

GRANT:

You’ve got one of those as a

little, whatdoyoucallit, light

fixutre holder or whatever it is.

10.

PHOEBE:

I do not. Oh wait a minute I do.

Fiona gave it to me.

FIONA:

Yes I did!

Fiona laughs. holds up the wine bottle.

FIONA:

Would anyone like some more...

She stops, totally unable to find the word she’s looking for.

FIONA:

Some more...

Grant looks at her, looks at the HART’s to see their

reaction.

FIONA:

Ween.

She furrows her brow. Stares at the wine bottle.

FIONA:

Wane. Wane....

GRANT:

No, but I’ll have some wine.

PHOEBE and William stare at her. William breaks the silence.

WILLIAM:

Yes. Yes that would be wonderful

Fiona. Some more “wane.”

They laugh.He holds his glass out to her. Fiona doesn’t move

to fill it. She stays standing there, thinking. Begins

talking as though to no one in particular.

FIONA:

The thing is...

CUT TO:

17 OMITTED 17

18

EXT LAKE- FLASHBACK TO:SUNSET -JANUARY -2003 18

Fiona is skiing around the lake at sunset. She looks

determined, focussed. Gradually she slows down.

10A.

Glides a little. Her focus becomes less clear, her face more

and more blank.

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