A Bigger Splash Page #6

this would be outrageous.

Paul is Paul,

but coming from you, it's...

I mean, what is the impulse here?

To humiliate me or...

What is it, really?

Harry! This is not about us!

Isn't it? We've been testing each other

ever since I got off the plane.

Well, I've never stopped, but...

I mean, come on, it's me!

Stop this lying to yourself.

(CROAKS) Listen!

I am not going

to leave Paul for you!

Oh, what? You don't...

What, you thought

I was here for the capers?

They used to process slaves

on this island. Did you know that?

(CHUCKLES) I hate this f***ing island.

Look, let's not get things confused!

I'm not f***ing my daughter!

Oh!

So f***ing predictable!

Big enough audience?

Are you kidding?

(CHUCKLES) We...

We just made their vacation.

Haven't we?

(PANTS)

(MEN CHATTING

IN BACKGROUND)

(CHATTING IN ARABIC DIALECT)

(CHATTING IN ARABIC DIALECT)

I did leave a note.

But anyway we tore it apart

when I, uh...

when I got out of the hospital.

You and Marianne?

Yeah.

What did it say?

Uh, just her name.

I wanted to write it down one last time.

(HARRY) I want you to see this!

(CATTLE LOWING IN BACKGROUND)

Giuseppe?

(GIUSEPPE) Si.

Good morning.

- She's my friend, Marianne.

- Come in.

- Morning, Rosa.

- Hello, how are you?

My friend, Marianne.

- Do you recognise her?

- Yes.

Please show us how you make ricotta.

Civil Protection volunteers are ready

to assist arriving migrants.

First reception procedures

have commenced...

Come here.

The ricotta will be coming up.

Coming up, coming up.

Within a few hours,

a reception centre was set up.

At 11:
00 PM

the fishing boat docks at the port.

The migrants wave

and thank rescue workers,

thankful they've arrived safely.

Even the children,

held by their parents, wave hello.

People who were desperate

in their homeland...

- Come and see the ricotta.

- Taste it while it's warm.

Marked by horrors of war,

they hope for a better future...

Medical exams confirm

that only a few migrants

need to be hospitalised...

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Mm.

- Good?

- Very good!

(CHUCKLES) Okay.

Mm.

(WIND WHISTLES)

(CATTLE LOWING IN BACKGROUND)

Okay?

(WHISPERS)

No, you...

You don't need to apologise... ever.

You never have.

(HARRY) Well,

they got to be here somewhere.

They must've gone off

for a hike or something.

(SOFT POP MUSIC

PLAYS ON THE RADIO)

You do the ricotta?

Here, be careful.

Do it like this

Turn it around... like that.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(PANTING)

(GROANING)

(GROANING AND PANTING)

Come on.

This is you. It's in you.

Let it out for me. Come on.

(GASPS AND GROANS)

Come on, this is happening.

It's happening.

Darling, no.

(SOBS SOFTLY)

He put a bell on your neck, right?

(SOBS SOFTLY)

I'm glad he did.

- I can love you now.

- No.

Don't be angry.

I love you.

Then we shouldn't see

each other anymore.

(SOBS SOFTLY)

(PENELOPE) In sixth grade,

they offered an opera class at my school

and I was hooked.

La Momma Morta.

"I'm love. I'm love."

I had to conquer

all things Italian after that.

Ah. We were going to start without you.

I'm sorry. We got kind of lost.

Uh-huh.

Parmigiano please, Pen.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Thanks.

So you two must be starving.

You went swimming as well, no?

- (PENELOPE) We did.

- Where? At the lake?

Um, no, actually, uh,

Paul took us to the cliffs.

(HARRY) Oh.

We dived and dived and dived.

How was the wind?

I'll need a spoon to scrape the sand

out of my eyes, that's for sure.

Mm-hm.

Well, you got your beach, then,

more or less. (CHUCKLES)

It was better than a beach.

Actually,

there are a couple of beaches here,

like micro beaches or something.

I don't know what they call them.

But really tiny, just for three

or four people. It's beautiful.

You can do anything

you like out there really.

If the wind dies down,

that's what we do next.

You'd love it.

By the way, did Marianne make this?

- Yeah.

- (PAUL) This is so good, I can tell.

Cilantro. That's her signature.

She'll put it in anything.

(CHUCKLES) What? Will she?

(PAUL CHUCKLES) Yeah.

By the way, they always say in

Pantelleria, people eat a lot of capers,

but so far we haven't eaten any, right?

Oh, I have.

(GASPS)

F***ing gecko, sh*t!

(COUGHS)

(SIGHS)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

I think I'm going to go watch

a movie or something.

- Are you good?

- Yeah, are you?

Yeah, I'm just beat from the day.

Pretty beat.

Okay.

Good night, Pen.

Good night.

I hope she didn't catch cold.

She's just tired. It was a long day.

Mm.

(CROAKS) Swimming...

Swimming can take it out of you.

How was your day? Any good?

- (KNOCKING)

- Pen? It's Harry.

Come in.

Sorry, um, it's just...

You asked me to tell you when

I was ready to go back and I'm ready.

Okay.

I've had my vacation.

Did what you wanted to do?

It was fantastic.

I'll remember it always.

Yeah, well, maybe go tomorrow.

Good night.

(PENELOPE) Night-night.

(DOOR OPENS)

I got your pills.

(CAR ENGINE CRANKS)

(CAR PULLS AWAY)

I'm done with him. Aren't you?

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYS)

(CHATTERING IN FRENCH

OVER HEADPHONES)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

All the little snakes are sleeping.

(HUMS SOFTLY)

(SIGHS AND EXHALES)

Mm.

(HARRY MUTTERS)

(GRUNTS) Oh, f***!

(PANTS) Are you waiting for me?

Sh.

(GRUNTS) That's a nice surprise.

If you have something

to say to me, say it.

- Keep your voice down.

- What, you think I'm plastered?

- (CHUCKLES)

- Tonight's not the night for it.

No, tonight is definitely

the night for it.

(PANTS SOFTLY)

Paul, f***! Seems you agree, eh?

Why don't you do me a favour?

Go to bed.

Harry, listen. We need to talk.

No, I need to pack.

I need to wake Pen up.

I need to be out of here by dawn.

I don't particularly want

to see you in the light of day.

Yeah.

I'll take a cab for the morning, so, uh,

thanks for the use of your car, sir.

Oh. Are we fighting?

I'm sorry.

- You're too much. F***.

- Harry, come on.

Why don't you go wake

my daughter up, eh?

You can tell her to pack and we'll

get the f*** out of here right now.

(SIGHS AND EXHALES)

Did you f*** her or not?

- Did you f*** her or not?

- Did you f*** Marianne?

(CHUCKLES) It's not the same, man.

- You know what the problem is?

- You know what the problem is...

is I gave you too much credit.

We were friends.

Better than brothers.

Better than all those shits in their lofts

talking about who the f*** cares what

And now you just...

you just tolerate me.

Do you know

how offensive that is to me?

Think what you want, judge the hell out

of me, but don't f***ing tolerate me.

(SIGHS)

- You don't deserve either of them.

- Neither do you.

You have no idea of the sh*t

that I got her out of... off of.

Well, I got her off you.

What? I gave her to you.

You're obscene.

We're all obscene.

Everyone's obscene.

That's the whole f***ing point.

We see it

and we love each other anyway.

Love? I was wondering how long

it would take you to pull that...

You hit me.

(MOCKINGLY) You hit me!

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