Nocturnal Animals Page #3
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- 2016
- 116 min
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Susan is washing the cut on her finger at the sink.
HUTTON:
Good morning.
SUSAN:
Good morning.
HUTTON:
What is that?
SUSAN:
It’s a manuscript that Edward sent
me. He wrote a novel.
HUTTON:
Edward who?
SUSAN:
Edward, my first husband. Remember
him?
7.
HUTTON:
I didn’t know he could write.
SUSAN:
Yes you did. He was writing a novel
when you and got together, you just
don’t remember.
HUTTON:
Have you even talked to him in 20
years?
SUSAN:
couple of times a few years ago but
he just hung up on me. I think he’s
teaching English at some prep
school in Dallas. It’s sad really.
He never remarried.
Hutton is not really listening. He is putting a Nespresso pod
into the coffee machine.
SUSAN (CONT’D)
Where were you last night? You
didn’t come by the gallery.
HUTTON:
I’m sorry. Really. By the time I
left the office I was late for my
dinner...
SUSAN:
It would have taken you 15 minutes.
15 minutes and it would have meant
a lot to me. (Pause) Never mind.
She turns away from him.
SUSAN (CONT’D)
You didn’t come to bed last night.
HUTTON:
I didn’t want to wake you up.
SUSAN:
Well, I wasn’t asleep. I was too
wound up from the opening.
8.
Hutton tosses his newspaper on the counter and begins to
read.
SUSAN (CONT’D)
It went well by the way.
Apparently.
HUTTON:
Good.
Susan crosses the room to Hutton.
SUSAN:
Look. Why don’t you and I go to the
beach. We can go tonight and come
back on Monday. Maybe if we just
spent some time, just the two of
us...
Susan glances up at him.
SUSAN (CONT’D)
Why are you wearing this blazer on
a Saturday?
HUTTON:
Because I have to go to the office
and then I have to go to the
airport and then I have to go back
to New York.
SUSAN:
You just came from there.
HUTTON:
Yes, I know. But I have to go if I
want to get this deal done. I don’t
want to have to sell anything else.
Hutton is ripping a packet of sweetener open and he spills it
on the counter.
HUTTON (CONT’D)
Sh*t.
Susan begins sweeping it away.
SUSAN:
It’s okay.
9.
Susan looks at crate in the hall.
SUSAN (CONT’D)
You know, the strange thing is that
I don’t really care about all of
this art.
HUTTON:
That doesn’t sound like you.
SUSAN:
I know. But it’s true.
HUTTON:
I care. It pisses me off.
SUSAN:
I know you do.
She pauses a moment.
SUSAN (CONT’D)
Don’t worry, I can fill the walls
with some new LA artists and people
will think we’re ahead of the curve
instead of going broke. You won’t
have to be embarrassed.
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