The Crying Game Page #3

JODY:

So I've noticed.

Fergus looks at him. Jody isn't smiling anymore. Fergus goes

back to his seat and drinks his tea. He fingers the gun on

his lap.

JODY:

Hey --

FERGUS:

What is it now?

JODY:

You're going to have to do it, aren't

you?

FERGUS:

Do what?

JODY:

Kill me.

12.

FERGUS:

What makes you think that?

JODY:

They're going to let that guy die. And

you're going to kill me.

FERGUS:

They won't let him die.

JODY:

You want to bet?

FERGUS:

I'm not a gambling man.

JODY:

And even if he doesn't die -- you can't

just let me loose.

FERGUS:

Why can't we?

JODY:

Not in your nature.

FERGUS:

What do you know about my nature?

JODY:

I'm talking about your people, not you.

FERGUS:

What the f*** do you know about my

people?

JODY:

Only that you're all tough undeluded

motherfuckers. And that it's not in your

nature to let me go.

FERGUS:

Shut the f*** up, would you?

JODY:

And you know the funny thing?

FERGUS:

No, what's the funny thing?

JODY:

I didn't even fancy her.

13.

FERGUS:

Didn't look like that to me...

JODY:

She's not my type.

He looks at Fergus.

JODY:

C'mere.

FERGUS:

No.

JODY:

Ah, c'mere. I want to show you something.

FERGUS:

What?

JODY:

My inside pocket.

Fergus holds the gun to his face. He fishes inside Jody's

inside pocket.

JODY:

Take out the wallet.

Fergus's hand emerges with a wallet.

JODY:

Open it.

CLOSE ON THE WALLET. Credit cards, army identification

photograph.

JODY:

Inside. There's a picture.

Fergus takes out a picture. It is of Jody, in cricket whites,

smiling, holding a bat. Fergus smiles.

JODY:

No, not that one. There's another.

Fergus takes out another picture of Jody and of a beautiful

black woman, smiling.

JODY:

Now she's my type.

14.

FERGUS:

She'd be anyone's type.

JODY:

Don't you think of it, f***er.

FERGUS:

Why not?

JODY:

She's mine. Anyway, she wouldn't suit

you.

FERGUS:

No?

JODY:

Absolutely not.

FERGUS:

She your wife?

JODY:

Suppose you could say that.

Jody chuckles.

FERGUS:

You make a nice couple.

JODY:

Don't I know it.

FERGUS:

So what were you f***ing around for,

then?

JODY:

You f***ers set me up. That b*tch --

FERGUS:

She's a friend of mine

JODY:

Okay. That nice lady. Meets me in a bar.

I'm saying what the f*** am I doing here

anyway. She buys me a drink. She holds my

hand. I'm looking at her saying I don't

like you, b*tch. But what the f***. Maybe

I'll get to understand.

FERGUS:

What?

15.

JODY:

What the f*** am I doing here.

FERGUS:

What the f*** were you doing here?

JODY:

I got sent.

FERGUS:

You could have said no.

JODY:

Can't. Once I signed up.

FERGUS:

Why did you sign up?

JODY:

It was a job. So I get sent to the only

place in the world they call you n*gger

to your face.

FERGUS:

Shouldn't take it personally.

JODY:

(He imitates a Belfast accent)

"Go back to your banana tree, n*gger." No

use telling them I came from Tottenham.

FERGUS:

And you play cricket?.

JODY:

Best game in the world.

FERGUS:

Ever see hurling?

JODY:

That game where a bunch of paddies whack

sticks at each other?

FERGUS:

Best game in the world.

JODY:

Never.

FERGUS:

The fastest.

16.

JODY:

Well, in Antigua cricket's the black

man's game. The kids play it from the age

of two. My daddy had me throwing googlies

from the age of five. Then we moved to

Tottenham and it was something different.

FERGUS:

How different?

JODY:

Toffs' game there. But not at home. .

Fergus looks at him.

JODY:

So when you come to shoot me, Paddy,

remember, you're getting rid of a sh*t-

hot bowler.

FERGUS:

I'll bear that in mind.

He keeps looking at him.

FERGUS:

And by the way, it's not Paddy. It's

Fergus.

Jody smiles.

JODY:

Nice to meet you, Fergus.

FERGUS:

My pleasure, Jody

EXT. GREENHOUSE - NIGHT.

Fergus leads Jody outside, holding the gun against him.

FERGUS:

Take it easy, now. Just go slow. Down by

that tree.

JODY:

Tree.

He walks toward it, breathing heavily.

JODY:

You've got to loosen my hands.

17.

FERGUS:

Can't.

JODY:

Well then, you're going to have to take

my dick out for me, aren t you?

Fergus, in the dark, stands motionless, looking at him.

JODY:

Come on, man, I'm going to wet my pants!

Fergus turns him around and unzips his fly.

JODY:

Take the f***er out, man, I'm dying --

Fergus takes Jody's penis out.

Jody takes two steps toward the wall.

JODY:

I gotta lean forward or I'll dribble all

over myself. Will you hold my hands for

me.

Fergus holds his hands from behind, so Jody can lean forward.

Jody now pisses with immense relief

JODY:

Now, that was worth waiting for.

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