The Danish Girl Page #4

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INT. STUDIO, DAY

Einar working as Gerda reappears. She’s composed now,

refocused, approaches her easel, organises her paints. Einar

steals a look at her, but says nothing. Works on.

Eventually:

GERDA:

I have my period.

EINAR (O.S.)

I’m sorry.

GERDA:

Are you?

She turns to find him approaching.

EINAR:

Of course I am... You know I am.

A moment of quiet intimacy between them. Gerda shies away,

returns to present concerns... her work...

(CONTINUED)

26/11/15

10.

CONTINUED:

GERDA:

Could you help me with something?

Einar’s relieved to be able to help.

EINAR:

Anything.

GERDA:

Ulla has an extra rehearsal. She cancelled

again. Would you try on her stockings and

shoes?

Einar’s discomfort erupts in a laugh. Is she serious?

GERDA (cont’d)

I’m just so behind. I don’t know how I’ll

be finished in time for her opening...

But he cuts her off:

EINAR:

I’ll do it. It’s fine.

Gerda sets a shoebox and the stocking on the sitter’s chair,

goes into the kitchen. Einar moves the box and stockings,

sits in the chair on the dais. The dog leaps up

EINAR (cont’d)

No... no, not now Hvappe...

He pushes Hvappe down, tests the mesh of the stockings between his

fingers. He rolls up his trousers.

EINAR (cont’d)

He almost snagged this...

Gerda marvels at his delicacy. Scolds the dog:

GERDA:

Hvappe...

Gerda mixes paints. Einar battles with the stockings.

GERDA (cont’d)

That’s backwards...

He fiddles with the second stocking now, a light sweat dewing

his forehead by the time he’s rolled both to the knee. He

opens a shoebox:
- the yellow pair from the shop window.

EINAR:

I saw these in the window of

Fonnesbech’s...

GERDA:

Smart aren’t they?

(CONTINUED)

26/11/15

11.

CONTINUED:

EINAR:

I don’t think they’ll fit...

GERDA:

Well just do what you can.

He takes them out... Something catches in Einar’s throat as

he pushes his toes into the shoe. Gerda’s eyes are narrow as

she starts work. Einar looks down at his feet, partly

contained in the yellow suede, the disjuncture between the

body above and below the knee... he breathes... can’t keep

his hands steady. Then:

GERDA (cont’d)

No. I need the dress.

They both look over to where Ulla’s dress hangs. It is white,

weighted with beads at the hem and cuff. Beautiful.

EINAR:

Gerda, I’m not putting it on.

GERDA:

I haven’t asked you to.

She get sit... lays it across him.

GERDA (cont’d)

Would you just relax...? The sooner I

start, the sooner I finish.

Einar yields reluctantly, as Gerda runs her fingers gently

down his face. Satisfied, Gerda returns to work.

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