The Crying Game Page #19

Fergus backs away, then walks off.

INT. HOSTEL - NIGHT.

Fergus, in bed. Fade to black as we see Jody as a bowler,

running in slow motion, toward the camera. He releases the

ball; we see Fergus in bed, breathing heavily.

INT. SITE - NEXT DAY

Fergus takes a break and watches the batsman hit a ball. He

imitates the batsman's motion with his sledgehammer. Then a

voice interrupts him.

DEVEROUX:

So Pat's a cricket fan, eh?

Fergus turns. We see Tristram Deveroux, a young Sloane type

in a three-piece suit, whose house it is. Beside him is

Franknum, the cockney foreman.

FERGUS:

It's not Pat. It's Jim.

DEVEROUX:

Jim, Pat, Mick, what the f***. Long as

you remember you're not at Lords.

Fergus resumes work.

INT. METRO - NIGHT.

It is now crowded with people, black, white, punky and street

chic, a lot of leather All the women are heavily made-up.

Someone is singing from the tiny stage and rows of cheap

colored bulbs are flashing around it.

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From the way Fergus walks through, it is obvious he has never

been here at night. He seems most out of place in his cheap

suit, making his way through the crowd to the bar.

AT THE BAR.

Fergus looks through the odd crowd, but can't find Dil. Col,

the barman, sees him and smiles.

COL:

So can we consider you a regular, sir?

FERGUS:

Is that good or bad?

COL:

Well, you get to say, The usual, Col.

Things like that.

Col pushes a colored cocktail with one of those Japanese

umbrellas toward him.

COL:

So let's call this the usual.

FERGUS:

Thanks.

Fergus reaches for his wallet to pay, but Col interrupts.

COL:

No, no. It's on me.

Fergus tries to pretend he's familiar with the drink, and by

implication, whatever are the norms of the place. He lifts

the glass to his mouth, but the umbrella keeps getting in the

way.

COL:

Take it out, if you want.

Fergus takes out the umbrella. He holds it in one hand and

drinks with the other.

COL:

You came to see her, didn't you?

Fergus shrugs. He takes out a cigarette. A guy in leather to

his left smiles at him.

COL:

Something I should tell you. She's --

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