The Crying Game Page #5

FERGUS:

No?

JODY:

Nope. Not handsome at all.

FERGUS:

You trying to hurt my feelings?

JODY:

No. It's the truth.

FERGUS:

Well, I could say the same about you.

JODY:

Could you?

FERGUS:

But I won't. We're more polite around

these parts.

JODY:

So I've noticed.

Fergus looks at him. Jody isn't smiling anymore. Fergus goes

back to his seat and drinks his tea. He fingers the gun on

his lap.

JODY:

Hey --

FERGUS:

What is it now?

JODY:

You're going to have to do it, aren't

you?

FERGUS:

Do what?

JODY:

Kill me.

12.

FERGUS:

What makes you think that?

JODY:

They're going to let that guy die. And

you're going to kill me.

FERGUS:

They won't let him die.

JODY:

You want to bet?

FERGUS:

I'm not a gambling man.

JODY:

And even if he doesn't die -- you can't

just let me loose.

FERGUS:

Why can't we?

JODY:

Not in your nature.

FERGUS:

What do you know about my nature?

JODY:

I'm talking about your people, not you.

FERGUS:

What the f*** do you know about my

people?

JODY:

Only that you're all tough undeluded

motherfuckers. And that it's not in your

nature to let me go.

FERGUS:

Shut the f*** up, would you?

JODY:

And you know the funny thing?

FERGUS:

No, what's the funny thing?

JODY:

I didn't even fancy her.

13.

FERGUS:

Didn't look like that to me...

JODY:

She's not my type.

He looks at Fergus.

JODY:

C'mere.

FERGUS:

No.

JODY:

Ah, c'mere. I want to show you something.

FERGUS:

What?

JODY:

My inside pocket.

Fergus holds the gun to his face. He fishes inside Jody's

inside pocket.

JODY:

Take out the wallet.

Fergus's hand emerges with a wallet.

JODY:

Open it.

CLOSE ON THE WALLET. Credit cards, army identification

photograph.

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