The Crying Game Page #16

The hole. More bricks fall away. Then the hammer stops. The

dust begins to clear.

His face.

The jagged hole. The dust drifts across it, revealing a

cricket pitch, with tiny sticklike figures running on the

green.

EXT. HOSTEL - DAY

Fergus, returning from work, crosses the street, and enters

through a white door.

INT. HOSTEL - DAY

Fergus dressing. He puts on a cheap suit, like any country

boy in a big city. He takes Jody's wallet from the trousers

of his overalls. He flips it open, sees the picture of the

soldier and Dil. He puts it in the pocket of his suit.

EXT. STREET - DAY

Fergus walking down a street looking for an address. Some

distance down the street is a sign -- MILLIE'S UNISEX HAIR

SALON.

EXT. STREET - DAY

Fergus, standing as the crowds go by him, looking in the

window. He has the picture in his hand. We see Dil from his

point of view, then Fergus walks inside.

INT. HAIR SALON - DAY

Fergus enters. The door gives a loud ping.

A GIRL:

We're closing. I'll see you tomorrow, Dil

She leaves the salon.

DIL:

You want something in particular?

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FERGUS:

Just a bit of a trim...

Dil checks her watch and stubs out a cigarette.

DIL:

Come on...

She gestures toward a chair. Fergus sits down. She comes

toward him and fiddles with his hair.

She pushes his head back into a basin behind him. She begins

to knead his hair in hot water and shampoo.

DIL:

Someone recommend you?

FERGUS:

In a way.

DIL:

Who?

FERGUS:

Guy I work with.

DIL:

What's his name?

Fergus can't think of an answer. The hands with the purple

nails run over his scalp.

FERGUS:

Doesn't the water get to your nails?

DIL:

What's it to you?

FERGUS:

Nothing.

Fergus, sitting up. She begins to cut.

DIL:

You American?

FERGUS:

No.

DIL:

Not English.

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FERGUS:

No.

DIL:

Scottish?

FERGUS:

How'd you guess?

DIL:

The accent, I suppose.

FERGUS:

And what's it like?

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