Birthday Girl Page #18

EXT. PETROL STATION - DAY

Stern-faced, John fills the car up with petrol. He eyes the

Closed-Circuit.

JOHN:

Give me some money.

NADIA:

I don't have any money.

John stops squeezing petrol.

JOHN:

What?

NADIA:

I said I don't have any.

John stares at Nadia. He eyes the CCTV.

JOHN:

Give me your sunglasses.

Nadia passes them and John puts them on,trying to look casual.

He gives the pump a couple more squirts, hangs it up,

nonchalantly sidles up to his door.

In one move he opens it, dives in, turns the key in the

ignition. The Rover coughs. He tries it again. It howls,

barks and sneezes. The attendant comes out onto the forecourt

and starts approaching the yellow Rover.

Miraculously it roars throatily to life, he floors it and

the Rover tears away from the station and off down the road

INT. MOVING CAR - DAY

We see John at the wheel of his Rover, sunglasses on, wind

in his hair, fleeing from the scene of the crime. Nadia

watches him in the late sunshine, but John is too busy making

a getaway to notice.

EXT. COUNTRY LANE - DAY

John's car shimmering as it comes over the brow of a remote

country lane, surrounded by fields and rolling hills.

INT. / EXT. CAR (MOVING) - DAY

Nadia puts a cigarette in her mouth and pops the dashboard

lighter. John takes the cigarette and throws it out the

window, followed by the lighter. Nadia just gazes out of the

window.

JOHN:

So, uh, Alexei, which I know isn't

his name...

NADIA:

I don't want to talk about him.

JOHN:

Fine.

NADIA:

It's none of your business.

JOHN:

Fine. Absolutely. Must be

disappointing though. Must come as a

hell of a shock.

Nadia ignores him.

JOHN:

So uh...

NADIA:

Look, if you want to know is he better

in bed than you then yes he is.

JOHN:

Oh Jesus.

NADIA:

If what you want to know is does he

have a bigger cock than you, then

yes he does.

JOHN:

(overlapping -- bigger)

Of course. Of course. Of course he

does. Of course. Thank you. Thanks.

NADIA:

But, you know, so what?

They drive.

JOHN:

It's his baby I take it.

She doesn't answer.

JOHN:

Not the kids type then is he? Not

that broody. You must be pretty

miffed.

NADIA:

He will come back.

JOHN:

Excuse me?

NADIA:

He left me my passport and ticket.

It's pretty clear he wants to see me

again.

JOHN:

Yeah. I tend to tie up and abandon

women I really want to see again

too.

NADIA:

No. But you tend to tie them up.

John freezes. He looks across. Nadia gives nothing back.

JOHN:

F*** off.

Nadia is just looking at him.

JOHN:

F*** off. You started it.

She is just looking at him.

JOHN:

I don't want to talk about it.

NADIA:

Why not?

JOHN:

Shut up. I'm not listening.

NADIA:

You don't want to talk about it.

JOHN:

No.

NADIA:

Okay we won't talk about it.

Nadia looks out the window.

NADIA:

We'll pretend it never happened.

JOHN:

So. What's it like having to f***

men you hate?

NADIA:

I don't hate you.

JOHN:

Okay. Let's... Okay. Okay. You have

had sex with people you don't like

haven't you? For money. To make money.

NADIA:

And? What are you saying?

JOHN:

And. It's wrong.

NADIA:

And who says what is wrong.

JOHN:

And that would be Morals. That would

be one's own moral sense of decency.

NADIA:

What's a moral orgasm John? Tell me

how it feels exactly.

JOHN:

So. What then? You just detach sex

from everything..

NADIA:

Whereas "Wet 'n' Wild" is an emotional

journey. "Tied and Tethered". It's

pretty moving huh? Like Anna Karenina.

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