The Crying Game
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- Year:
- 1992
- 112 min
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FADE IN:
EXT. CARNIVAL - DAY
A loudspeaker playing Percy Sledge's "When a Man Loves a
Woman," as we see a carnival in the distance - with a Ferris
Wheel turning round and round.
A black man is by a stall. On his arm is an Irish girl with
blond hair. The black man is drunk, and is tossing rings
around a bowling pin.
JODY:
And that's cricket, hon.
An attendant hands him the teddy bear. It looks ridiculous in
his huge hands. He gives it to the girl.
JODY:
You want it?
GIRL:
Sure.
JODY:
Doesn't matter if you don't.
He puts his arm around her and drags her on.
JODY:
Jody won't be offended. Jody's never
offended. What'd you say your name was?
GIRL:
Jude.
JODY:
Jude. Suits you, Jude.
JUDE:
The teddy bear?
JODY:
No, f*** the bear. The name. Jude. And
it's June. Jude in June.
He comes to a small canvas tent with a sign on it - TOILET.
2.
JODY:
Gotta piss, Jude.
He holds her hand.
JODY:
Don't run off, Jude.
JUDE:
You don't know me, do you?
Jody walks inside the canvas flap and vanishes from sight. We
can still see his hand, holding Jude's. She leans against the
canvas, looking bored.
JODY:
(inside)
What if I did?
JUDE:
You'd know I wouldn't run off.
She stands there, listening to the sound of him urinate. Her
eyes flick around the carnival. They settle on a tall dark-
haired man in a dark jacket. He nods.
JODY:
Never pissed holding a girl's hand, Jude.
JUDE:
You didn't?
JODY:
And you know what?
JUDE:
Tell me, Jody
He staggers out, buttoning up.
JODY:
It's nice.
He goes to kiss her. She turns her head away.
JUDE:
Not here.
JODY:
Who gives a f***.
JUDE:
You never know.
3.
She pulls him over toward the water.
JODY:
I never know nothing.
JUDE:
People. They could be looking.
Jody follows her, as she walks backward, drawing him on. He
moves his hips to a song as Jude leads him over the beach,
under a train trestle.
JUDE:
Come and get me, soldier --
JODY:
Whatever you say, Jude...
He sinks down on his knees toward her. She wraps her arms
around his neck and kisses him. Jody writhes on top of her,
fumbling with his belt. Jude c*cks one eye upward. A shadow
falls across them.
CLOSE ON JODY, kissing her. A gun is put to his head. He
turns around, drunkenly.
JODY:
What the f*** --
The gun whacks him across the cheek and he falls sideways.
Jude scrambles to her feet and darts like an animal through a
field.
Jody feels his cheek. He can see her blond head vanishing
among the fields. He looks up and sees a group of men around
him. The tallest of them, Fergus, c*cks the gun.
INT. CAR - DAY
A mini, driving down a country road. Two men in the front,
three in the back.
On the floor of the car Jody lies, with three pairs of feet
on top of him, a black bag over his head and the barrel of a
gun dangling close to his face. Fergus holds the gun. He is
smoking a cigarette. His movements are slow and somewhat
innocent.
FERGUS:
So what's your name, soldier?
4.
JODY:
F*** you.
FERGUS:
Yeah.
EXT. SMALL FARMHOUSE - EVENING.
INT. FARMHOUSE - NIGHT.
Jody pulled through and tied to a chair. Maguire, a small
lean man, talks to him through the hood.
MAGUIRE:
The situation is simple. You're being
held hostage by the Irish Republican
Army. They've got one of our senior
members under interrogation in
Castleraigh. We've informed them that if
they don't release him within three days,
you'll be shot. You'll be treated as our
guest until further developments. Have
you anything to say?
Jody is motionless under the black hood.
FERGUS:
Give him a cup of tea.
MAGUIRE:
Do you want a cup of tea?
He still says nothing.
DISSOLVE.
All the men are drinking tea. The blond woman comes in with a
plate and some food on it.
FERGUS:
See does he want some.
JUDE:
Do you want some food?
Jody sits as still as a grave, saying nothing.
DISSOLVE.
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