Human Nature Page #23

Gabrielle's eyes widen. She jumps up from the couch and starts

straightening.

GABRIELLE:

(into phone)

Call you back.

(hangs up, assumes

French accent)

You bastard! What do you want?

NATHAN (O.S.)

I just want to talk.

GABRIELLE:

(ripping off her

nightshirt)

We have nothing to say! You are a

rotten bastard, that's what!

CUT TO:

INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

Nathan stands there leaning against the door.

NATHAN:

Please. Just one minute of your time.

GABRIELLE (O.S.)

Why? You've made your decision, Mister

Stinky American! Now I hate you! No,

I don't hate you; I don't even think

about you!

NATHAN:

I've got some things to tell you.

CUT TO:

INT. GABRIELLE'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS

Gabrielle is standing in front of a mirror, holding different

sexy outfits up to herself, trying to decide.

GABRIELLE:

Like what?

NATHAN (O.S.)

Well, I think it would be easier if

I could talk to you in person.

GABRIELLE:

What for?

CUT TO:

EXT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

We hear banging and rustling and arranging coming from inside

the apartment.

NATHAN:

Well, I think...

GABRIELLE (O.S.)

You think too much. I need a man who

doesn't think so much but acts more

than he thinks... is what I need!

NATHAN:

What?

GABRIELLE:

You heard me! You make me sick when

you pretend to not understand what I

am saying to you! Go away from here!

NATHAN:

(turning away)

Well, look, I'm sorry to have bothered

you.

He starts to head down the hall.

GABRIELLE (O.S.)

(beat, then screaming)

All right, already! Come in if you

must! The door's open, you son of a

b*tch!

Nathan heads back to the apartment, tries the knob. The door's

open. He enters.

CUT TO:

INT. GABRIELLE'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS

The lights are low. The place is neat. Cool jazz plays quietly

in the background. Candles are lit. Gabrielle is nowhere to

be found. Nathan takes it all in. It's quite seductive.

GABRIELLE (O.S.)

In here, you lousy piece of merde.

Nathan follows her voice. He exits into the bedroom.

CUT TO:

INT. GABRIELLE'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

Candles in here also. Gabrielle, now made up and in a satin

teddy, lounges in bed, eating cherries from a bowl. Nathan

just stares. She is slightly out of breath, but trying to

conceal it. A film of perspiration glistens on her brow.

GABRIELLE:

(testy)

Well?

NATHAN:

God, you're beautiful.

GABRIELLE:

Please. I look a mess.

NATHAN:

No. You look so beautiful.

GABRIELLE:

Anyway. Come already to the point.

NATHAN:

I'm... I'm going to leave Lila. I

can't stop thinking about you.

GABRIELLE:

I've moved on.

NATHAN:

No!

GABRIELLE:

I've been seeing Johannsen in

chemistry.

NATHAN:

(raging)

That goddamn Neanderthal? I'm the

one who gave him the idea for the

combination bug spray-sun screen!

Did you know that?!

GABRIELLE:

(calm, dismissive)

That's not how he tells it.

NATHAN:

Of course not, that Swedish thief!

He's a thief of hearts!

(beat)

I love you, Gabrielle.

GABRIELLE:

(dismissive)

Hunh.

NATHAN:

Just give me some time to let Lila

down easily. She's a really nice

girl and I don't want to hurt her

more than is necessary.

GABRIELLE:

(beat)

You hurt me, you know, when you made

Nathan's Choice. Does that not even

matter to you, you pig?

Gabrielle cries quietly. Nathan moves closer to her. He

strokes her hair.

NATHAN:

Can you ever forgive me?

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