The Crying Game Page #18

FERGUS:

What the f*** --

Dil speaks unnaturally quietly.

DIL:

So tell me what you're doing, Jimmy.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - MORNING.

Jude, fully dressed. She takes a gun from under the bed and

slips it in her handbag.

INT. DIL'S FLAT - MORNING.

Dil crouching beside Fergus, his gun in her hand.

DIL:

Didn't really listen last night. I heard

but I didn't listen.

Fergus, staring at her. He tries to pull on the bindings.

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DIL:

That won't do you no good. Dil knows how

to tie a body.

She stands up, still pointing the gun at Fergus.

DIL:

Wondered why you came on to me like that

when you gave me the look.

FERGUS:

He asked me to see were you all right.

EXT. STREET - DAY

Jude on the street. Maguire's car pulls up rapidly and she

gets inside.

INT. DIL'S FLAT.

DIL:

See, I fix on anyone that's nice to me.

Just the littlest bit nice and I'm yours.

FERGUS:

Stop it, Dil --

DIL:

Just don't kick Dil and she'll be

touched. Be nice to her and she'll be

yours forever.

She looks at him, tears in her eyes.

DIL:

See, I should blow you away, Jimmy. But I

can't do that. Yet.

FERGUS:

Let me go, Dil

He drags at his bindings.

DIL:

Why?

FERGUS:

Got to be somewhere.

DIL:

Try and go, then.

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EXT. STREET BY BROTHEL - DAY

The figure of the judge in the window. Outline of a woman.

Jude and Maguire are in the car, parked across the street.

They look toward a paper seller.

MAGUIRE:

Where the f*** is he? Christ --

INT. DIL'S FLAT.

Fergus pulls furiously at his bindings.

FERGUS:

Let me go for f***'s sake, Dil -- or

they'll be here

DIL:

Let them come then.

IN THE CAR. OUTSIDE BROTHEL.

JUDE:

Can't stay here, Peter -- drive around

once more --

He drives off.

INT. DIL'S FLAT.

Fergus collapsed back on the bed, exhausted.

DIL:

Just want your company for a little while

longer...

EXT. STREET BY BROTHEL - DAY

Maguire's car driving round once more. No sign of Fergus.

MAGUIRE:

That f***er's dead --

JUDE:

No, we are.

INT. DIL'S FLAT.

Fergus strains and roars from the bed.

FERGUS:

You don't know what you're doing, Dil --

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DIL:

Never did...

MAGUIRE'S POINT OF VIEW -- the brothel door opening. The

elderly judge comes out. The car with his security men guns

up.

MAGUIRE:

Give me the shooter, Jude --

JUDE:

You're crazy --

MAGUIRE:

Give me the f***ing shooter!

He grabs it from her pocket. Throws open the door and runs

across the street. Jude dives into the driver's seat.

INT. DIL'S FLAT.

Fergus, pulling at his bindings.

EXT. OUTSIDE THE BROTHEL.

The judge walking toward the open door of the car, held open

by his goon. Maguire, running toward him, gun in hand. The

goon sees him. Maguire shoots as he runs. Once, twice, three

times, four. The judge falls. The goon, hit in the arm, pulls

an Uzi and returns fire. Maguire hit, still shooting. Other

goons tear from the car. Mayhem, screaming. Jude hits the

pedal on her car and screeches off. Maguire, dead.

INT. DIL'S FLAT - DAY

Dil dressed in the soldier's cricket clothes. She looks like

a sweet little boy. She places a cassette in the tape deck --

"The Crying Game" song. She comes to the bed, and points the

gun at Fergus's head.

DIL:

You like me now, Jimmy?

FERGUS:

I like you, Dil --

DIL:

Give me a bit more, baby, a bit more.

FERGUS:

More what?

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DIL:

More endearments.

FERGUS:

I like you, DIl

DIL:

Love me.

FERGUS:

Yes.

DIL:

Tell me you love me.

FERGUS:

Whatever you say, Dil.

DIL:

Then say it.

FERGUS:

Love you, Dil.

DIL:

You do?

FERGUS:

Yeah.

DIL:

What would you do for me?

FERGUS:

Anything.

She begins to cry and lays the gun gently on his chest.

DIL:

Say it again.

FERGUS:

I'd do anything for you, Dil.

She pulls on his bindings to release him.

EXT. STREET.

Two police cars, sirens wailing.

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INT. DIL'S FLAT.

Dil's face, close to Fergus's, as the stockings that bound

his hands are nearly undone.

DIL:

And you'll never leave me?

FERGUS:

Never.

DIL:

I know you're lying, Jimmy, but it's nice

to hear it.

His arm is free. He strokes her hair.

FERGUS:

I'm sorry, Dil.

She shudders with weeping. The music of the song plays in the

background.

Jude walking through the open door, arms extended, holding a

gun.

JUDE:

You stupid sh*t -- Once was bad enough.

But twice.

Dil rises from the bed and points her gun at Jude.

DIL:

You didn't knock, honey --

Dil fires, hits Jude. Jude falls and is writhing on the

floor.

FERGUS:

Dil!

JUDE:

Get that thing off me, Fergus --

Dil walks closer, holding the gun and pointing it at Jude.

DIL:

What was that she called you, Jimmy?

FERGUS:

Fergus.

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DIL:

What's Fergus?

FERGUS:

It's my name, Dil --

DIL:

What happened to Jimmy?

JUDE:

I said get it off me, Fergus --

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