The Limey Page #25

ED. Watching him get into Elaine's car.

WILSON:

Got called out to L.A., unexpected like,

to do a job of work.

FLASH CUTS:

WILSON. At the airport, staring at Elaine.

ELAINE. Staring back.

WILSON AND ELAINE. She embraces him.

ELAINE. She watches him leave.

WILSON. Disappearing into the terminal.

LADY:

You'll be looking forward to getting

back, then.

WILSON:

Yeah. Another little matter needs

attending to soon as I return.

LADY:

No rest for the wicked.

Wilson nods, exhales.

FLASH CUT:

WILSON. In the cab on the way to Ed's, at the beginning of

the film. Watching the lights go by.

WILSON:

Been away a lot.

LADY:

Where else?

Longer beat. He actually turns to look at her now. Takes

her in, then looks forward again.

WILSON:

Out on a oil rig. In the North Sea.

Nine years.

LADY:

Nine years?

(laughs)

Is that legal?

WILSON:

Well, time off for good behavior, you

know. I shouldn't have even been there

-- it was these other blokes who shoulda

gone in my place. I got lumbered with

the job they were responsible for. I

don't mind pulling me own cart, but not

someone else's, know what I mean.

LADY:

But you stuck it out, anyway, all that

time.

WILSON:

I had to, didn't I. Nothing else for it.

Then just when I'd finished my nine years

-- my contract -- wallop, I had to bugger

off to the States.

LADY:

(reacting slightly to his

"colorful" language)

Sounds like you need a rest.

WILSON:

Could do, yeah.

Another beat.

WILSON:

But first I gotta give these lads a

talking to, these geezers what sent me up

the river, in a manner of speaking.

LADY:

The ones whose burden you took upon your

own shoulders.

WILSON:

Yeah.

And he turns away, to the window. Looks at the blue sky.

Sips his drink. Then, hard:

WILSON:

Them next.

CUT TO BLACK.

THE END.

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