The Crying Game Page #18

Fergus is about to talk when she pipes up.

DIL:

A margarita.

The barman mixes it. She stares at the mirror, staring at

Fergus, who is trying to avoid her eyes. The barman hands her

the drink.

DIL:

Now he can look.... Ask him does he like

his hair, Col.

COL:

She wants to know, sir, do you like your

hair.

FERGUS:

Tell her I'm very happy with it.

DIL:

He's Scottish, Col.

COL:

Scottish?

FERGUS:

Yeah.

DIL:

What'd he say, Col?

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COL:

He agreed that he was.

DIL:

What do you think his name is?

COL:

I've no thoughts on the subject.

FERGUS:

Jimmy.

DIL:

Jimmy?

COL:

That's what he said. Jimmy.

DIL:

Hi, Jimmy.

FERGUS:

Hiya, Dil

A burly man sits down beside her. He puts his hand on her

knee.

MAN:

Sing the song, Dil --

She slaps the hand away.

DIL:

F*** off, Dave.

DAVE:

C'mon, babe! You know what I like...

Easy!

She turns back to Fergus and finds his seat empty.

EXT. METRO - NIGHT.

Fergus, standing across the road from the pub. He is

sweating. Dil comes out of the pub. She looks this way and

that, as if searching for Fergus. Fergus stands back into a

shadow.

Dave, the burly man, comes out. He grabs her by the elbow.

She shrugs him off. She walks off. Dave follows, grabs her by

the elbow again. The sense of an old argument. Dave suddenly

strikes her across the face with his open palm.

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She leans her head against a wall. Dave then puts his arms

around her, consoles her.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT.

Dave walking, holding Dil by the arm. The street is

dilapidated, full of squats. They stop outside a door. Dil

opens the door with a key from her purse and they both walk

inside.

Fergus stands there, observing.

A light comes on in an upstairs room. Dil enters; we see her

shadow in silhouette behind the curtain and the shadow of

Dave coming in behind her. He begins to remove her blouse.

She stands absolutely still as he does so.

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