The Crying Game Page #2

6.

JUDE:

F***ing animal.

She takes in huge gobs of air.

FERGUS:

You don't know that.

JUDE:

F***ing do. I had him all over me.

He touches her face.

FERGUS:

Tough work, that.

JUDE:

Someone's got to do it.

She rubs her hand on his chest.

JUDE:

Nah, it was a breeze. Just thought of

you.

She sidles closer, coming on to him.

JUDE:

And you know what, Fergus? One of you

made me want it...

She puts her lips to his neck.

FERGUS:

Which one?

She doesn't answer. They embrace.

EXT. FARMHOUSE - MORNING.

A hot summer's day. There are tall hedges all around the

house. Fergus leads Jody, still bound and hooded, over toward

a greenhouse.

INT. GREENHOUSE - DAY

Dusty tomato plants and vines everywhere. Broken glass. The

sun pouring through. Fergus leads Jody over to a wrought iron

chair and sits him in it. He sits opposite, gun on his lap.

Fergus takes some sandwiches out of a brown paper bag. He

holds one out toward him.

7.

FERGUS:

Eat something, would you?

JODY:

Can't.

FERGUS:

What do you mean you can't?

JODY:

Can't eat through a canvas bag.

Fergus walks over to him, lifts the hood up so his mouth is

revealed, and pushes the sandwich toward his lips. Jody eats,

slowly.

JODY:

This is a farce, man.

FERGUS:

How is it a farce?

JODY:

I seen your f***ing face.

FERGUS:

So, what do I look like?

JODY:

You're the one about five ten with the

killer smile and the baby face.

FERGUS:

Am I?

JODY:

Yeah. And the brown eyes.

Fergus pushes the last crumbs of the sandwich toward Jody's

mouth.

JODY:

You're the handsome one.

Jody eats the last bits.

JODY:

Thank you, handsome.

FERGUS:

My pleasure.

8.

EXT. FARMHOUSE - DAY

Jude makes her way from the door toward the greenhouse. She

is carrying a pot of tea and two cups.

INT. GREENHOUSE - DAY

It is sweltering now in the greenhouse. CLOSE ON JODY'S

COWLED HEAD. The hood is drenched with sweat.

JODY:

I can't f***ing breathe, man. Be a

Christian, will you?

Jude comes into view.

JODY:

Tell him to take the hood off, honey...

Jude says nothing. Lays the tea on the ground.

FERGUS:

How did you know it was her?

JODY:

I can smell her perfume.

Jude pours out the tea.

JUDE:

See, if we took the hood off, we'd have

to shoot you. As it is, you've got a

fifty-fifty chance.

JODY:

Thought you liked me, b*tch.

JUDE:

It was fun while it lasted.

JODY:

Nice lady.

His breathing becomes labored.

JODY:

Please, man, I'm suffocating in here.

FERGUS:

Can't we take it off?

JUDE:

Have to check with himself.

9.

Fergus gives her the gun.

FERGUS:

You look after him.

Jody's head follows Fergus while he leaves.

JODY:

Don't leave me with her, man. She's

dangerous...

Jude smiles, holding the gun on her lap.

INT. FARMHOUSE - DAY

Fergus enters. Maguire and the others. Maguire has a

newspaper, which has a headline regarding the kidnapping.

MAGUIRE:

Made the front page. They'll move now,

the f***ers.

FERGUS:

Request permission to take the hood off,

Tommy.

MAGUIRE:

Why would you do that?

FERGUS:

The poor whore's suffocating in the heat.

MAGUIRE:

So?

FERGUS:

And anyway, he's seen our faces.

MAGUIRE:

You sure?

FERGUS:

He described me down to a T. Knows what

Jude looks like.

Maguire reads the paper.

FERGUS:

Tommy --

10.

MAGUIRE:

You're his keeper. If you don't mind him

seeing you, I don't mind. But you're the

only one he looks at.

FERGUS:

Thanks.

MAGUIRE:

It's your decision.

INT. GREENHOUSE - DAY

Jude, drinking tea, looking at Jody sweating. Fergus enters.

He puts his arm casually around her.

FERGUS:

Leave us, Judie.

JUDE:

My pleasure.

She goes. Fergus walks to Jody and slowly takes the hood off.

Jody looks up at him, his face bathed in sweat. He breathes

in mighty gulps of air. He smiles.

JODY:

Thank you, soldier.

Fergus smiles.

JODY:

Never thought fresh air would taste this

good.

Fergus pours out a cup of tea and brings it to his lips.

JODY:

Now, if you took the ropes off, I'd be

able to feed myself.

FERGUS:

No f***ing way.

JODY:

Only joking.

Fergus drinks.

JODY:

You know, I was wrong about one thing.

11.

FERGUS:

What's that?

JODY:

Five ten. Brown eyes. But you're no

pinup.

FERGUS:

No?

JODY:

Nope. Not handsome at all.

FERGUS:

You trying to hurt my feelings?

JODY:

No. It's the truth.

FERGUS:

Well, I could say the same about you.

JODY:

Could you?

FERGUS:

But I won't. We're more polite around

these parts.

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