Birthday Girl Page #16
John lies there on the floor, panting, and he hears the
English words.
Exhausted, John stands, wipes his mouth, and rushes her anew.
Nadia dodges out the way and cuffs him painfully on the ear.
The whole fight starts again and ends only when neither has
the strength to go on. Nadia staggers into the bathroom where
she shuts the door and begins to sob uncontrollably. John
lies on the bed listening to her cry.
EXT. DUAL CARRIAGEWAY - DAY
The mid morning traffic flows by on the dual carriageway.
Nadia and John sit in silence in the half empty diner. Nadia
has a cut lip and a graze on her chin. John has a Thousand
Yard Stare and a lesion over his left cheekbone.
WAITRESS:
Good morning. What can I get you?
NADIA:
I'll have an espresso, with a small
pastry, a croissant or something.
WAITRESS:
We only do a croissant with the
Continental breakfast.
NADIA:
Just get me a coffee.
WAITRESS:
One coffee. And for you Sir ?
John doesn't answer.
NADIA:
He'll have a coffee.
The waitress leaves them. Nadia lights a cigarette and they
sit in tense silence, the pain of betrayal, and recent
violence, thick in the air.
JOHN:
You can't smoke in here.
Nadia ignores him. John bellows
JOHN:
The diner falls silent, people stare. She takes a last drag
and crushes the butt on the floor. A waitress comes over and
puts down two coffees.
NADIA:
I don't expect you to understand.
It seems as if John has no intention of replying. He sips
his coffee, and puts it down. He begins speaking very calmly.
JOHN:
Oh, I don't know. In my job as Deputy
Assistant of New Business at the
bank would have to listen to the
problems of a great many individuals.
This took a lot of understanding and
sympathy, to try to work out solutions
to their problems. But, you see, I'm
not in that line of work anymore.
Nowadays I'm a bank robber.
NADIA:
You don't understand anything.
JOHN:
I think that about covers it. I think
I have grasped the part about you
being dumped though. That's got to
hurt, I imagine. That's got to smart
a bit. I mean strictly in my
observer's capacity it seemed you
two were getting on Pretty F***ing
Famously.
He sips his coffee.
JOHN:
Unless. Unless this is part of the
routine. You get tied up, stick
around, distract me, they both bust
in and Steal My Cup Of Coffee.
NADIA:
It's makes it easier. Okay.
JOHN:
I don't want to know.
NADIA:
It makes it faster. If I don't speak
to the men, they fall faster. It's
pretty obvious why.
JOHN:
That's a relief. It's nice to know
I'm a regular guy.
Pause.
NADIA:
So what are you going to do?
JOHN:
I'm going to drink my coffee. Then,
we're going to the police station.
Where there will be lawyers, loss of
job, house, humiliation, gutter press,
and probably prison.
NADIA:
They don't blame you. When a bank
employee does this they understand.
You get your life back. Anyway I bet
you hated that bank.
JOHN:
Even so I always felt the decision
to burst in and rob it very much
remained with me.
NADIA:
Why else would you send off for me?
If you just wanted sex just go to a
prostitute.
JOHN:
Well as it turns out I did.
She slaps his face. He slaps hers back. The waitress comes
over.
WAITRESS:
More coffee?
JOHN:
Yes please.
NADIA:
No.
She pours for John.
JOHN:
Splendid. Thank you.
WAITRESS:
Pleasure.
She smiles and leaves them. John watches her walk away.
NADIA:
John, I need your help.
This really tickles John. He has to put his coffee down.
JOHN:
You must think... I'm the biggest
pillock... In the world.
NADIA:
No I don't.
JOHN:
In the world.
NADIA:
I know you just want to punish me --
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