In Fear

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(PHONE LINE RINGS)

MAN:
Come on, Lucy.

Pick up the phone. Pick up.

Pick up. Pick up.

Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.

- Hey, it's Lucy.

- Ah, hello, Lucy.

- (RECORDING BEEPS)

- Er, hello, answering machine.

It's me, Tom. Remember?

We met a couple of weeks ago.

Think you were chatting

me up at the bar.

Yeah, so I was thinking

there was this festival

this weekend in Ireland

that I'm going to,

and I thought maybe...

okay, I'll call later, actually.

- (PHONE TONE RINGS)

- (RECORDING BEEPS)

Hey, it's Lucy.

TOM:
Listen, I didn't...

about this weekend,

I didn't mean just you and I.

It's not like a date or anything.

It's... there's going to be, like,

a whole bunch of us camping.

So, yeah, bring some friends,

if you have any,

just in case we don't get along,

which we would, if you came.

(WATER TRICKLING)

(OBJECTS CLATTER)

(DOOR CREAKING)

Hello?

Quick. Quick. Let's get out of here.

Here, close the door.

That was a nice pub.

I think I counted 12 men,

seven dogs,

no women, and me.

I thought since the festival

doesn't start tonight,

there's no bands playing,

for a special treat...

I've booked a hotel.

- Ah.

- Mm-hmm.

- You cheeky f*ck.

- Ow.

Fore... okay, we've started

already foreplay.

You said we were going up

to the festival tonight.

- That was the plan.

- Yes...

Now I have friends

up there camping,

thinking we're on our way.

It's our two-week anniversary.

Remember?

Oh, you can't have

a two-week anniversary.

It's a nice hotel.

Look in the glove box.

I printed out some stuff

from the website.

Go on, look at it.

"Your slice of paradise

in the Emerald Isle."

Mm-hmm. That's why I booked it.

Forgot to say

you look really nice today.

(CHUCKLES)

Okay. Let's go.

You mean it?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

We have to wait here until 7:00,

and then someone's gonna come

and show us the way.

That's what I arranged.

What if I said no?

I thought I was being

vaguely romantic.

(HORN HONKS)

Ah.

That's him?

I guess so.

All right, wait. Whew.

LUCY:
You know, I was chatted up

on the way to the toilet.

Oh, yeah?

Barman thought that I was

a "strong, fine-looking

young thing."

That's a good line.

What? You want me to go back?

(CHUCKLES)

You want me to go back

and have words?

I'll have a stern word

in that man's ear.

I'll take him outside, and I'll hit him

right in the middle of the forehead.

(LAUGHS)

Well, whilst you were on the

toilet, some guy bumped into me

and spilt my drink all over me,

on my new jumper.

And then I ended up buying him

and all his friends a drink.

The whole pub? Why?

Well, he bumped into me,

spilt my drink on me,

so I was like, "Excuse me,"

and he said it wasn't his fault,

and I said,

"Well, it wasn't my fault."

And then it got a bit weird,

and then he did offer

to buy me a drink,

but by that point,

I was like, "Well, look,

I'll buy you

and your friends a drink,"

just to keep things calm.

'Cause I'm a lover.

I'm not a fighter.

What?

(HORN HONKS)

Oh, okay.

LUCY:
Yeah, nice to meet you.

(SILENT)

Tom, no! He could have seen you.

- Oh.

- Don't be rude like that.

TOM:
That's really weird.

Do you want some help?

Fine!

(CHAINS CLINK)

(WIND WHISTLING)

Whoo!

Yeah, yeah. Very funny, Lucy.

Ugh.

- Got dirty hands now.

- Ugh.

- Stay away. Ugh.

- Huh?

- Huh? Huh?

- No. Ugh.

Huh? Huh?

(DISTANT HORN HONKING)

TOM:
Idiots.

They're the guys from the pub?

Think so.

(HONKING CONTINUES)

- LUCY:
I need to make a phone call.

- Fine.

I don't know where I am, actually.

Tom booked a hotel,

so I'm not going

to be there tonight.

(CHUCKLES)

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