The Crying Game Page #11

DAVE:

No, I won't f***ing f*** off. Said I'm

sorry, didn't I?

DIL:

Yeah. I heard. You hear, Jimmy?

Fergus nods. He stands. Dave steps two feet back.

FERGUS:

I was only going to ask her for a dance.

Fergus takes Dil's arm.

FERGUS:

Shall we?

The woman is singing.

As they circle, people begin to look at them admiringly. Dil

holds her cheek close to his.

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FERGUS:

Did he come here too?

DIL:

Is this an obsession of yours?

FERGUS:

Maybe.

DIL:

He did sometimes.

FERGUS:

Did he dance with you?

Dil doesn't answer. Looks at him out of the corner of her

eye.

DIL:

So what do you want with me, Jimmy?

FERGUS:

Want to look after you.

DIL:

What does that mean?

FERGUS:

Something I heard someone say once.

She draws back and looks at him.

DIL:

You mean that?

FERGUS:

Yeah.

She dances closer.

DIL:

Why?

FERGUS:

If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.

In the bar, people singing along with the music. Col sings.

Dave sitting at the bar, sulking.

DIL:

You're not having me on, are you? 'Cause

Dil can't stand that.

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FERGUS:

No.

She puts her cheek against his. Dave, at the bar, slams his

drink down.

DIL:

And she does get very upset...

Dave stands up to leave. On the stage the act finishes. Dil

draws Fergus back to the bar.

AT THE BAR.

Col, the barman, pours her drink.

DIL:

One for him, too.

Col pours and smiles.

DIL:

Drink.

FERGUS:

What is this?

DIL:

I'm superstitious. Drink.

He drinks. He grimaces. She throws it back in one.

DIL:

Can't leave me now.

FERGUS:

Aha.

DIL:

The thing is, can you go the distance?

FERGUS:

Depends what it is.

DIL:

No, depends on nothing.

She takes the bottle herself and fills their glasses. She

slams it back. He sips.

DIL:

In one.

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She tilts his glass back. He swallows it in one.

INT. DIL'S FLAT - NIGHT.

She enters; Fergus walks in slowly. He looks from the cricket

whites that are hanging up behind a curtain to the

photographs.

DIL:

What you thinking of, hon?

FERGUS:

I'm thinking of your man.

DIL:

Why?

FERGUS:

I'm wondering why you keep his things.

DIL:

Told you, I'm superstitious.

She turns toward him and undoes her hair. It falls around her

shoulders.

FERGUS:

Did he ever tell you you were beautiful?

DIL:

All the time.

Fergus runs his hand down her throat.

DIL:

Even now.

FERGUS:

No...

DIL:

He looks after me. He's a gentleman too.

She draws him behind a curtain toward the bed, pulls him

down. They kiss passionately.

DIL:

Give me one minute.

She walks into the bathroom. Fergus lies there, looking at

the picture, listening to the sound of running water. She

comes out then, dressed in a silk kimono. She looks

extraordinarily beautiful.

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He reaches out his hand and grasps hers. He draws her toward

him. He begins to kiss her face and neck.

FERGUS:

Would he have minded?

She murmurs no. His hands slip the wrap down from her

shoulders.

CLOSE ON HIS HANDS, traveling down her neck, in the darkness.

Then the hands stop. The kimono falls to the floor gently,

with a whisper. The camera travels with it, and we see, in a

close-up, that she is a man.

Fergus sits there, frozen, staring at her.

DIL:

You did know, didn't you?

Fergus says nothing.

DIL:

Oh my God.

She gives a strange little laugh, then reaches out to touch

him. Fergus smacks the hand away.

FERGUS:

Jesus. I feel sick --

He gets up and runs to the bathroom. She grabs his feet.

DIL:

Don't go, Jimmy --

He kicks her away. He runs into the bathroom and vomits into

the tub.

She crouches on the floor.

DIL:

I'm sorry. I thought you knew.

He retches again.

DIL:

What were you doing in the bar if you

didn't know -- I'm bleeding...

She lights a cigarette.

Fergus runs the taps. He washes his face, rinses his mouth.

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DIL:

It's all right, Jimmy. I can take it.

Just not on the face.

Fergus slams the door shut. She is sitting on the couch, the

kimono round her once more, looking very much like a woman. A

trace of blood on her mouth.

DIL:

Y'see, I'm not a young thing any

longer.... Funny the way things go. Don't

you find that, Jimmy? Never the way you

expected.

Fergus comes out of the bathroom.

FERGUS:

I'm sorry.

She looks up. Some hope in her face.

DIL:

You mean that?

And he makes to go. She grabs him to stop him.

DIL:

Don't go like that. Say something...

He pulls away from her. She falls to the floor.

DIL:

Jesus.

He drags himself away and runs down the stairs.

INT. FERGUS'S FLAT

Fergus in bed. Flash to shot of blackness, Jody grinning in

cricket whites, throwing the ball up and down in his hand.

INT. METRO - NIGHT.

The place is hopping. Fergus enters. He now sees it as he

should have seen it the first night -- as a transvestite bar.

He makes his way through the crowds. All the women too-

heavily made-up. Some beautifully sleek young things he looks

at he realizes are young men. He makes his way to the bar

where Dil is sitting, nursing a drink with an umbrella in it.

Her face is bruised. She is wearing dark glasses.

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