Wonderwoman 1984 Page #4

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-♪ Wake me up... ♪

-(gasping)

Wha...

Hey, Sleeping Beauty.

-Hi.

-Come and grab some food.

Oh, yeah.

(Kate groans)

(softly):

Good sleeping.

Anyone up for a,

you know, pizza?

Bottle of Rioja?

Mm. Celiac.

Oh, yeah. I forgot.

And preggers, so we ain't

drinking, either, party girl.

-(Jenna chuckles)

-Okay. Well, I'm off out.

Okay. I'll see you later.

I won't be too late.

I promise.

Yeah, all right. Peace out.

-(door closes)

-Don't.

She's my oldest friend.

I know it seems like she's...

The most selfish woman

in the world?

Oof. Harsh.

She's been ill.

I'm over the galleon,

but one more thing,

and my legendary patience

will crumble.

Don't bring that up.

She burned her eyebrows off.

Her eyebrows will grow back.

You know what won't grow back?

(Jenna laughing)

-(grunts)

-(screams) Oh, my...

My matchstick galleon.

No, I agree.

One, and she's out.

MALE RADIO ANNOUNCER:

Wakey, wakey, London.

Here's something

to start your day.

(door creaking quietly)

(Fabien exhales, inhales)

-Mm, ma chérie.

-No!

-(door slams)

-Not again! Stop. Shh.

(muttering, grunting)

Okay. Thank you.

You take me for

the full English now?

No, mate. You had

the full English last night.

-Sortez. (groans)

-(Fabien speaking French)

-(door closes)

-(Kate clears throat)

Hi.

Morning. Hello.

Happy? A good morning.

It's brilliant.

It's lovely, isn't it?

Well, someone looks not rested.

What? Me? No, fine.

Totally fine.

Able to leap sofas

in a single bound...

-No, no! -Oh, my God!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

(footsteps crunching)

(door closes, bell jingles)

CHURCHILL:
Just gonna

write this out for you.

CROWLEY:
Oh, they've had a

right go in here, haven't they?

-KATE:
Oh, God.

-Probably just kids.

-Yeah, I reckon it's just kids.

-Just kids.

-Yeah.

-Like, yeah, I just said.

This is your crime number.

You'll need it for insurance.

-Thank you.

-What happened?

Break-in, I'm afraid.

Very common this time of year.

-Place like this is

a prime target. -Mm.

Lovely, it is.

Is that a crocodile

with pompoms?

Yes.

And, uh, who... who's this?

This is my employee.

She locked up last night,

so please ask her

if she saw anything.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Are you writing that down?

I am.

How do you spell "ordinary"?

Well, we're done here.

We'll be in touch

if we hear anything.

Mm, pity.

It's a lovely place.

-It is. I love Christmas.

-No, you don't.

You make

"have a merry Christmas"

sound like a death threat.

What are you talking about?

Merry Christmas.

Have yourself

a merry Christmas, yeah?

-You see? You just did it.

-What do you mean,

-I just did it?

-You just did it.

Let me get my phone out.

I'll record you,

and you'll realize

you sound like Jason Statham.

CROWLEY:

Well, that's a good thing,

'cause I love Jason Statham,

-so that's not even an insult.

-Santa, I...

-Don't talk to me.

-But, listen, I...

I said, "Don't talk to me."

You forgot to lock up.

Don't deny it.

Well, I can pay you back.

Now, you listen to me

and you listen good.

You were great at your job

when you started.

That's why I took you on

full-time.

You've got a way with people,

and I felt so lucky

to have you.

Thanks.

But I don't feel lucky anymore.

Since you came back,

you started losing your sh*t.

It's like you don't care

about anything.

So, now, you care about this.

I had to smash my own window

to make it look

like a break-in.

Otherwise,

I wouldn't get the insurance.

(grunts softly)

You turned me into someone

who broke the law.

(stammers quietly)

I can't believe I'm even

giving you another chance,

but I am because...

-I am a good person.

-Yeah.

But one more thing,

and you're out.

So clean up your mess,

you stupid, stupid girl.

♪ Joy to the world ♪

♪ The Lord is come ♪

♪ Let Earth receive her King ♪

♪ Let every heart ♪

♪ Prepare him room ♪

♪ And Heaven and nature sing ♪

♪ And Heaven

and nature sing ♪

(fading):
♪ And Heaven,

and Heaven and nature sing... ♪

-Hey.

-Hey.

Were you coming to see me?

-No.

-Oh.

Great.

You okay?

Yeah. No, we had a break-in,

-and Santa's taken it

really badly. -Right.

And I got chucked out

of my digs this morning,

-so I've got nowhere to stay.

-Mm.

Anyway, I'm homeless again.

-That bad, huh?

-Yep.

Okay.

You should come with me, then.

You were so coming to see me.

-Mm-mm.

-Yep.

-Nope.

-Yep.

Not in your wildest dreams.

-Uh, yeah.

-This way.

-Yeah, you were so coming

to see me. -Uh-uh.

Here we are.

-KATE:
What is this?

-TOM:
Your people.

The homeless.

Oh, Christ.

Well, thanks,

Bono or Mother Teresa

or whoever wins

the moral superiority prize.

You're the one who used

the word "homeless."

I meant I haven't got a place

to stay that I've chosen.

I choose not to go back

to my parents' house.

And they live here in London?

Yeah, kinda, sorta.

Christ, if I'm going home,

I'm gonna need a drink.

How about you leave it and

you go home alarmingly sober?

Oh, bugger off, person who has

never met my parents.

Okay.

Where are you going?

I'm going in there.

Well, you're not homeless.

No, I volunteer in here.

(laughs)

Christ, why don't you just get

"saint" tattooed

on your forehead?

-Oh, boy.

-(laughing):
This is...

Just can't help it, can you?

What?

Never mind.

Good luck.

(groans)

-Good night.

-Ugh.

("Everything She Wants"

by Wham! playing)

(“ Everything She Wants” by Wham!)

♪ Somebody told me ♪

(bicycle bell dings)

♪ "Boy, everything she wants

is everything she sees" ♪

♪ I guess I must have

loved you ♪

♪ Because I said you were

the perfect girl for me ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ And now we're

six months older ♪

♪ And everything you want

and everything you see ♪

Hi. Yeah, I need a cab.

♪ Is out of reach,

not good enough ♪

♪ I don't know what the hell

you want from me, oh... ♪

I honestly think she

preferred it when I was ill.

You know? Like it made her

more important.

More center stage.

-IVAN:
Hmm.

-And all she's done, really,

since the operation

is try to interfere

and control my life.

You know, how do you even know

if you have a life?

Does anything official arrive

that tells you?

Like an envelope and something

that's like, "Dear so-and-so,

you now have a life.

We wish you'd get on with it."

-Hmm. -Oh, everything's

just such a mess.

How did I even get here?

IVAN:

Through the tunnel.

Yeah.

Here we are.

Mm. Thanks, Dad.

Mwah.

-You coming in?

-No, no, no.

Your mother is still up.

I like to wait

until she's asleep.

She talks less.

(both chuckle)

Why don't you just

get a divorce? Huh?

-Mm. -Been avoiding

each other for years.

No.

No, divorce is for the rich.

Ah.

Get some rest, Katarina.

You look done in.

-It's "Kate."

-Ah.

Don't pick up anyone dodgy.

Yeah.

-(grunts)

-Love you.

(dog barking in distance)

(grunts)

Mum?

Mum, would you let me in?

Mum? Would... Mum!

Nailed it shut. Mental.

KGB! Open up!

-KGB! -PETRA:
Ne, ne, ne, ne.

-(lock clicking)

Ne, ne, ne, ne. Stop.

Stop. You are very bad girl.

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