Wonderwoman 1984 Page #7

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Well, I-I didn't.

I was press-ganged.

You want to help us

with the soup?

KATE:

No. Thank you, but no.

If Tom Webster does come in,

could you just tell him

that Kate needs to talk to him?

-Not "needs."

-"Would like"?

Yeah. Yeah.

-Got it. -Yeah, 'cause

he doesn't have a phone.

Would you like a bowl of soup?

You've earned it.

No, I'm good. Thanks.

Dan, what do you reckon?

(sighs)

Bit up herself, I thought.

(train passing in distance)

-IVAN:
Yeah. -PETRA:

And-and she's very happy.

-She was. -You show...

I show you picture.

-MARTA:
You showed me, Mum.

-A little beautiful picture.

-You showed me last time.

-Easy, easy, easy.

-And she's a...

-Hey.

-Ah! Oh, at last.

-Hey. Uh, there she is.

-PETRA:
Ah. Hey, at last.

-(chuckles)

-I was so worry.

-(Ivan speaks Serbo-Croatian)

Where you are, huh?

-Huh? -Um, I was volunteering

at a homeless shelter.

-Uh, what it mean?

-It means helping, Mum.

-You? Helping?

-Yes.

-Ha, yeah. Sure you were.

-IVAN:
Oh, really?

And I just rescued an orphan

from a burning car.

(clears throat)

Did I miss something?

Oh, wow.

Oh, jebote, Marta.

I'm sorry.

The dinner to celebrate

your promotion.

Second promotion.

-KATE (whispers): Second.

-Great achievement.

Thank you, Dad.

Now you are here,

we have krem torta.

-KATE:
I'm sorry.

-(Ivan mutters)

Seriously, Marta, I am sorry.

It doesn't matter.

-Oh, thanks a lot, Mum.

-Your favorite.

-I'm all right, actually.

-MARTA:
What? So, is there

something wrong

with your favorite cake now?

No. I'm just not hungry.

Well, I'm...

There's always something,

isn't there?

Like, you're hungry,

you're not hungry.

You're tired,

you're overexcited.

-You've got a tummy ache.

-Give...

(groans)

Gosh, you're so tiresome,

Katarina.

(groans)

Nabijem te na kurac, Marta.

It's "Kate."

-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

-(laughing)

You taught her

this terrible word?

-Of course not.

-Do you actually even

know what

"nabijem te na kurac" means?

Uh, yeah, I actually do.

It means,

"I will nail you to my dick."

-Yeah, I knew that.

-Not "dick." "Penis."

Well, "dick" means "penis."

-"Dick" means "penis"?

-"Dick" means "penis." Yeah.

-No, Dick is our neighbor.

-It also means "penis."

Dick, our-our neighbor,

is called "penis"?

Dick is penis. Penis is dick.

That's the same word.

-Would you stop saying "dick"

and "penis"? -It's just...

-I'm trying to explain.

-Uh, uh, whatever, you know.

-I'm just so bored of your

sh*t. -Marta, stop. She's ill.

-She's not ill anymore, Mum.

-She is not ill anymore, Petra.

And what you know?

What you know anything

about this family?

You're never here.

I'm not ill anymore, all right?

No, she is still ill--

why is she still

working in silly Christmas shop

when she was always

the b-bright one?

Nabijem te na kurac.

(hisses)

You are very hard worker.

Wha... Oh, right, yeah,

well, well, apparently,

with my pathetic,

inferior little brain.

Now she's wasting her life,

which only a miracle save her.

Wasting my life. Thanks, Mum.

And you have job you dream of.

Yeah, except that I didn't

dream of it, did I? You did.

You know, Dad can't be

a lawyer here, so I had to be.

No matter what I might have

actually wanted to do.

Yeah, would you rather

drive minicab?

Look what it done to him.

He look thousand years old.

Oh, thanks.

-Nabijem i tebe na kurac.

-MARTA:
And you...

y-you sit there, and you think

it's absolutely acceptable

to say that she's cleverer

than me.

And I'm expected to swallow it

just because she's been ill.

-Marta, calm down.

-No, don't you dare

-tell me to calm down,

all right? -(groans)

-Marta. -All right,

you don't care about anything,

Katarina, or Kate,

or whatever your name is now,

because you're ashamed

of who you are.

Oh, I'm ashamed of who I am?

-(scoffs)

-What about you?

Where's Alba?

(quietly):

Shut up.

On your big celebration dinner,

where is your girlfriend?

PETRA:

Alba?

Alba is...

Alba is Marta's flatmate.

KATE:
Yeah, and that's how

it's always gonna be.

I bet she's really happy

about that.

What she say?

Oh, God,

you're a piece of work.

(Ivan speaking Serbo-Croatian)

Marta.

-Marta.

-Marta.

Eh.

Eat. You look like skeleton.

I got to go.

Goodbye, Mum.

(takes deep breath)

I will nail you to my dick.

(fork clangs on table)

("Waiting for That Day"

by George Michael playing)

(“ Waiting for That Day” ，George Michael)

♪ So every day I see you ♪

♪ In some other face ♪

♪ They crack a smile,

talk a while ♪

♪ Try to take your place ♪

♪ Mm ♪

-(raucous laughter)

-♪ My memory ♪

♪ My memory serves me

far too well ♪

♪ I just sit here

on this mountain ♪

♪ Thinking to myself,

you're a fool, boy ♪

♪ Why don't you go down,

find somebody ♪

♪ Find somebody else ♪

♪ My memory, my memory ♪

♪ Serves me far too well... ♪

-Hey.

-(bicycle bell dings)

What are you doing out so late?

Well, where have you been?

-What's up?

-"What's up?"

Me not being able

to find you is what's up.

You just... you've been

disappearing for days on end.

-Two days. -And I've been

trying to find you.

So take your stupid phone

out of your stupid cupboard

and contact me, all right?

'Cause...

because I've just been

really stupid.

I've been

really, really stupid.

I mean, it's a bit

of a stretch, but...

have you had a couple drinks?

Oh, bugger off

with your cleanly manliness.

All right?

Just... just go back to work.

Leave me alone.

No, I've just come back

from helping the needy.

Great.

You know, just a bit

of psych work.

I work with

the severely distressed.

You know,

when they get off on one.

-Ah.

-In fact,

you're severely distressed

and have just gone off on one,

so I'm glad that we bumped

into each other.

Shall we go get my phone

from that cupboard?

Okay.

Let's go.

Where are you taking me?

Home.

-It's down here.

-Yeah.

Come on in.

KATE:

Uh, wow.

You weren't kidding.

Place is so tidy.

-Come take a seat.

-No. Uh, no.

I can't. I'll crease something

or just spontaneously wee.

I'm gonna... sit on the floor.

There's plenty of seats.

Nice landing.

You're not yourself.

No?

Maybe I'm wrong.

Wrong about what?

Maybe this is more you

than anything.

I'm a mess.

Kind of.

In here.

When I was ill,

it was a heart thing.

Right.

I had a heart transplant.

I don't tell people,

'cause they get weird,

but I don't think

you'll get weird.

No.

Is this okay?

They took out my heart.

They took it and threw it away.

And I... and I don't know

what they put back,

but it felt weird and different

and strange and...

and like I'd lost

my most special part.

And they kept telling me

I was lucky to be alive.

But I didn't feel alive.

I just felt half dead.

Come here.

(Kate grunts softly)

I was supposed to be special.

I didn't ask to be, but...

they made me feel special

when I was ill.

And then I was special

when I nearly died

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