The Crying Game Page #17

DIL:

Like treacle.

She imitates his accent saying it. Fergus laughs.

DIL:

Nice laugh.

Dil raises Fergus's head up, with his new-cut hair and holds

a mirror up behind his head so he can see the back. He looks

like a young London stockbroker. The hair salon around them

is empty.

DIL:

That should make her happy.

FERGUS:

Who's she?

DIL:

Don't know. Who is she?

EXT. HAIR SALON - EVENING.

Fergus emerges from the shop. He takes one last look through

the window where Dil is taking off her smock, touching up her

hair, etc. It is as if she has forgotten all about him. He

walks off through the crowds and then ducks into a doorway.

The doorway of the shop. Dil comes out, dressed in a pair of

high heels, a very short skirt, different, more raunchy

clothes on her than we saw inside. She locks the glass door

and walks down the street, across the road, and into a pub

called the Metro. Fergus follows.

37.

INT. METRO - EVENING.

Half full, with an after-work crowd. Dil makes her way

through it.

BARMAN:

Hi, Dil

DIL:

Hiya, hon.

She sits down at the bar. Fergus comes toward the bar and

takes a seat.

BARMAN:

What'll it be?

FERGUS:

A bottle of Guinness.

Dil, looking at Fergus.

DIL:

See that, Col?

COL:

See what, Dil?

DIL:

He gave me a look.

COL:

Did he?

Fergus blushes. He buries himself in his drink.

DIL:

Just cut his hair, you know.

COL:

Yeah?

DIL:

What you think?

COL:

Nice.

Fergus throws his eyes toward her again. She has her face

turned away, but sees him in the mirror.

DIL:

There, he did it again.

38.

COL:

Saw that one.

DIL:

What would you call it?

COL:

Now, that was a look.

She eyes Fergus in the mirror.

DIL:

Ask him to ask me what I'm drinking.

The barman, with infinite weariness, approaches Fergus.

COL:

She wants to know do you want to know

what she's drinking.

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