The Crying Game Page #17

FERGUS:

Dil! Dil! What the f*** are you doing

here?

DIL:

I'm going home!

FERGUS:

Told you to stay in the hotel!

DIL:

Thought you was fooling me. Thought you

was leaving me.

They are tussling in the darkness of the park. She is very

drunk.

FERGUS:

I had to go to work!

DIL:

Stayed all day in that room thinking

every noise was you. There's something

you're not telling me, Jimmy.

He takes her arm.

FERGUS:

Come on...

DIL:

No! I'm going home...

Fergus and Dil, on the stairs up to Dil's flat.

DIL:

So tell me.

FERGUS:

I was trying to get out of something.

DIL:

No! Tell me everything, Jimmy.

Fergus looks at her.

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FERGUS:

You got to forget you ever saw me, Dil.

DIL:

You mean that?

FERGUS:

Yes.

And she suddenly faints into his arms. As if on cue.

FERGUS:

Stop it, would you?

There is no response. He shakes her.

FERGUS:

Give it over, Dil, for f***'s sake --

Still no response. He grows alarmed. He slaps her cheek. She

opens her eyes slowly.

DIL:

Sorry. I get nervous. I got this blood

condition. Just help me inside, Jimmy,

then I'll be all right.

INT. DIL'S FLAT - NIGHT.

He walks in holding her. Leans her against the wall, then

goes to the window to check the street outside.

She takes a large slug from a bottle of whiskey.

FERGUS:

You heard what I said, Dil?

DIL:

My pills...

She points weakly to a cabinet through the open door of the

bathroom.

FERGUS:

What pills?

DIL:

Prescription. For my condition.

FERGUS:

What condition?

89.

DIL:

My condition. Ennui.

He goes and gets the pills.

She takes a handful of pills. She drinks from the whiskey

bottle.

FERGUS:

Are you supposed to take that many?

DIL:

Only in times of extreme stress.

She walks around the room, drinking, then sits down.

DIL:

See, they all say good-bye sometime.

'Cept for him.

She looks at the picture of Jody. Then she looks at Fergus.

FERGUS:

Are you all right, Dil?

DIL:

I will be.

She stares straight ahead, the bottle clutched in her hands

between her knees.

DIL:

Go on, then.

Fergus walks slowly toward the door.

FERGUS:

Good-bye, Dil

DIL:

Jimmy?

FERGUS:

What?

DIL:

Don't go like that.

She looks at him, standing up. Something incredibly

attractive about her.

DIL:

Can't help what I am.

90.

He walks slowly toward her. He kisses her, on the lips.

We see the photograph with the soldier's smiling face. Fergus

looks from it to her. She seems to be in a sweet narcotic

haze. She reaches out her hand and strokes his.

DIL:

Knew you had a heart...

Fergus sits down on the bed. Dil is lying back on it.

FERGUS:

Dil Can I tell you something? I knew your

man.

DIL:

You knew which man?

FERGUS:

Your soldier.

DIL:

You knew my Jody?

She still strokes his hand. Her voice is dreamily slurred,

her eyes far away.

FERGUS:

Lifted him from a carnival in Belfast.

Held him hostage for three days.

DIL:

You knew my Jody?

FERGUS:

Are you listening?

Dil smiles woozily.

DIL:

Yes.

FERGUS:

I got the order to shoot him. Before I

could do it he ran. Ran into a tank and

died.

DIL:

Died...

FERGUS:

Did you hear me?

91.

DIL:

You killed my Jody?

FERGUS:

In a manner of speaking.

DIL:

It was you...

She is not rational. She is smiling, far away somewhere.

FERGUS:

You should scream. You should beat my

head off.

She woozily tries to hit him round the face.

DIL:

You killed my Jody

FERGUS:

No.

DIL:

You didn't.

FERGUS:

I suppose I tried.

DIL:

You tried.

FERGUS:

Don't you want to kill me?

Dil raises an unsteady hand and points it at him.

DIL:

Bang...

He strokes her cheek. She says very slowly and sleepily

DIL:

Don't leave me tonight. Might kill me,

too.

FERGUS:

Okay.

Her eyes close. She falls into a deep sleep. Fergus looks

down at her, almost fondly.

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INT. DIL'S FLAT - MORNING.

They are lying on the bed together, fully clothed. Dil wakes.

She rises very quietly and goes to his coat, thrown across a

chair. She searches through the pockets and takes out the

gun.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - MORNING.

Jude in bed. An alarm sounds; she reaches to turn it off.

INT. DIL'S FLAT.

Dil takes several silk stockings out of a drawer and ties

them very securely to each corner of the brass bed. She ties

them round both of Fergus's feet, very gently, so as not to

wake him.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - MORNING.

Jude, in front of a mirror, getting ready.

INT. DIL'S FLAT.

She draws one of Fergus's hands up, very gingerly, and ties

that securely to the upright. She ties the other and is

drawing it upward when he wakes. She jerks the silk stocking

so it is secure.

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