The Crying Game Page #15

MAGUIRE:

Who'd you think it was?

FERGUS:

I thought it was Dave.

MAGUIRE:

And who's Dave when he's at home?

FERGUS:

He's at home.

MAGUIRE:

Should blow you away, you know that?

FERGUS:

I know that.

Maguire stubs his cigarette out on Fergus's hand, then whacks

him on the teeth with his closed fist.

MAGUIRE:

I'm getting emotional. And I don't want

to get f***ing emotional -- you

understand, Hennessy?

FERGUS:

I understand.

MAGUIRE:

F*** you, too --

Jude drives. Fergus looks through the back window at the

street outside.

JUDE:

Leave him alone, Peter. He's in love.

MAGUIRE:

That true, Fergus? You in love?

FERGUS:

Absolutely.

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MAGUIRE:

And what's she like between the sheets?

FERGUS:

Definitely unusual.

MAGUIRE:

And who is she?

FERGUS:

Just a girl.

MAGUIRE:

And you know what'll happen if you f***

up again, don't you?

FERGUS:

Aye, I do, Peter.

MAGUIRE:

Good.

EXT. REGENCY SQUARE - NIGHT.

The car draws to a halt in a sedate square. Several doors

down is the entrance to what looks like a sedate conservative

club.

In the car, Maguire turns off the engine. He nods toward the

building.

MAGUIRE:

So what do you think that is, Hennessy?

FERGUS:

A hotel?

MAGUIRE:

It's a knocking-shop. Tres discreet, huh?

He visits his ladies on Tuesday and

Thursday nights and Saturday mornings.

His security's in the car beyond.

He nods toward a car, a Daimler, parked some distance away.

Fergus looks from the window to the car.

FERGUS:

Who is he?

MAGUIRE:

Doesn't matter who he is. He is what we

would call a legitimate target.

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FERGUS:

Thank God for that.

MAGUIRE:

You being cynical, Hennessy?

FERGUS:

Hope not.

MAGUIRE:

Good. So what do you think?

FERGUS:

Whoever hits him'll be hit, if those men

are any good. And I presume you can't get

in.

MAGUIRE:

Right.

FERGUS:

So it's on the street.

MAGUIRE:

Right.

FERGUS:

Kind of suicide, isn't it?

Jude turns around to look at him.

FERGUS:

But, then, I don't have a choice.

JUDE:

Och, you do, Fergie.

FERGUS:

Of course. I forgot.

JUDE:

Come on, Fergie. A rehearsal.

Jude and Fergus get out of the car. They walk down the

street, down from the brothel-cum-club, where there is a cafe-

bar with some tables outside.

EXT. REGENCY SQUARE - NIGHT.

Fergus and Jude, crossing the street.

JUDE:

You keep your mind on the job, boy --

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FERGUS:

And then you'll leave her out of it?

JUDE:

Aye. Then we'll leave her be.

They take their seats by the tables. We can see the brothel

down the way.

JUDE:

He's arthritic. Takes him two minutes to

get to the door.

She checks her watch. Fergus is sweating.

FERGUS:

And what if I say no?

JUDE:

You know what. Go.

Down by the brothel, the door swings open.

Fergus walks like any pedestrian down toward the brothel.

There is an old, portly gent in a City suit emerging from it.

The car by the pavement kicks into action and the door opens.

Fergus quickens his pace.

Jude, by the cafe, watches. Fergus, walking.

The gent makes his way, with gout-ridden slowness, across the

pavement, through the passersby, toward the car.

A burly security man emerging from the car, walking toward

the old gent.

Fergus reaches the car just before he does, and passes

between him and the open door. The old gent's stomach brushes

Fergus's elbow.

GENT:

Pardon me, young man --

Fergus walks on.

Jude, from the cafe, watches -- Fergus walking on, the old

man being eased with painstaking care inside the Daimler.

Then the door closing and the Daimler pulling off.

When the Daimler has passed Fergus, he turns around and walks

back.

80.

Jude smiles and leaps up as he approaches.

JUDE:

You were made for this.

FERGUS:

Was I?

JUDE:

Perfect.

FERGUS:

And what happens then?

JUDE:

We'll be on the other side. We'll move

when you do.

FERGUS:

And what if you don't?

JUDE:

Fergus, I think you don't trust me.

FERGUS:

You may be right.

JUDE:

Stay late at your work tomorrow night and

I'll bring you the gear.

Jude begins to walk away.

FERGUS:

Jude?

JUDE:

Yes?

FERGUS:

Who's the old geezer?

JUDE:

Some judge...

She walks off, crosses the road to Maguire, in the car.

Fergus turns around to see Dil in front of the cafe. She goes

inside; he follows.

FERGUS:

Why'd you follow me, Dil?

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DIL:

Was jealous, Jimmy.

She downs a drink and motions for another. She seems high.

FERGUS:

Shouldn't be, Dil

DIL:

Why shouldn't I be jealous?

There are tears streaming down her face. He takes his hand

and begins to wipe her face.

DIL:

Don't. My makeup.

She sits down; he joins her.

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