The Libertine Page #4

RACHEL:

You're not going to hurt me?

MAURICE:

I'm offended you would ask. There's

a police officer right outside.

Crawl to me.

Rachel crawls to him. Maurice stands.

11.

MAURICE (CONT'D)

Take off my robe.

LATER:

Rachel rides Maurice as he lies passively, his head proppedup by multiple pillows. He watches her without contributingany motion to the sex.

Maurice hears the FRONT DOOR CLOSE. He tosses Rachel off

him and covers her mouth.

MAURICE (CONT'D)

Shhhhhh.

They listen. Someone rustles through the living room.

Maurice locks the bedroom door.

EDITH (O.S.)

Maurice? Are you in there?

MAURICE:

Yes, darling.

Rachel stifles a laugh. Maurice glares at her.

EDITH (O.S.)

Did you steal my pen?

MAURICE:

How can I steal our shared property?

EDITH (O.S.)

I had a panic when I couldn't findit. That's not funny.

Edith tries to open the door.

EDITH (O.S.) (CONT'D)

Why is the door locked?

MAURICE:

I'm not dressed.

EDITH (O.S.)

You haven't been dressed in days.

MAURICE:

I'll be out soon.

EDITH (O.S.)

Never mind. I have the pen.

12.

Maurice hears Edith walk out of the apartment and close thefront door. Maurice sighs with relief.

RACHEL:

I should go.

MAURICE:

Let's try you facing the other

direction.

LATER:

Maurice lounges as Rachel gets dressed post-coitus.

RACHEL:

So, what do you do?

MAURICE:

Would you believe I'm a civil servant?

RACHEL:

I've had politician clients.

MAURICE:

But I'll wager none of them werereal civil servants.

RACHEL:

What they get you on?

MAURICE:

Nothing. I'm innocent.

RACHEL:

Of course you are.

Maurice closes his robe and leads Rachel into the

LIVING ROOM:

Where they see Edith sitting on the couch and waiting.

MAURICE:

Edith, this is Becky, an associatefrom Nick's office.

EDITH:

(to Becky)

You can leave.

Becky hightails it out.

EDITH (CONT'D)

I don't want to hear an explanation.

13.

MAURICE:

I don't have one.

EDITH:

And you took my pen.

MAURICE:

It would seem you have better thingsto be mad about.

EDITH:

Pen, prostitute, they're the samething. Careless, risky behaviorthat effects us both.

MAURICE:

Are you saying I should have beenmore discrete?

EDITH:

Why would you do something that mightbring me back?

MAURICE:

I didn't think you'd come back forthe pen.

EDITH:

But it was a chance. Just like Dave

coming in and finding you f***ing.

You had to skirt the danger. Did

you pay with a credit card?

MAURICE:

I gave cash.

EDITH:

Bravo. What if she'd been an

undercover cop? You don't think

you're a high value target? Maurice

Lunel-Caspi, awaiting trial in NewYork for attempted rape and solicitingprostitution. They'd have a fieldday.

MAURICE:

That would be hard on you.

EDITH:

And Dave just let her right by.

What a moron of a doorman.

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