The Crying Game

INT. HAIR SALON - DAY

Fergus enters. The door gives a loud ping.

A GIRL
We're closing. I'll see you tomorrow, Dil

She leaves the salon.

DIL
You want something in particular?



FERGUS
Just a bit of a trim...

Dil checks her watch and stubs out a cigarette.

DIL
Come on...

She gestures toward a chair. Fergus sits down. She comes
toward him and fiddles with his hair.

She pushes his head back into a basin behind him. She begins
to knead his hair in hot water and shampoo.

DIL
Someone recommend you?

FERGUS
In a way.

DIL
Who?

FERGUS
Guy I work with.

DIL
What's his name?

Fergus can't think of an answer. The hands with the purple
nails run over his scalp.

FERGUS
Doesn't the water get to your nails?

DIL
What's it to you?

FERGUS
Nothing.

Fergus, sitting up. She begins to cut.

DIL
You American?

FERGUS
No.

DIL
Not English.


FERGUS
No.

DIL
Scottish?

FERGUS
How'd you guess?

DIL
The accent, I suppose.

FERGUS
And what's it like?

DIL
Like treacle.

She imitates his accent saying it. Fergus laughs.

DIL
Nice laugh.

Dil raises Fergus's head up, with his new-cut hair and holds
a mirror up behind his head so he can see the back. He looks
like a young London stockbroker. The hair salon around them
is empty.

DIL
That should make her happy.

FERGUS
Who's she?

DIL
Don't know. Who is she?

EXT. HAIR SALON - EVENING.

Fergus emerges from the shop. He takes one last look through
the window where Dil is taking off her smock, touching up her
hair, etc. It is as if she has forgotten all about him. He
walks off through the crowds and then ducks into a doorway.

The doorway of the shop. Dil comes out, dressed in a pair of
high heels, a very short skirt, different, more raunchy
clothes on her than we saw inside. She locks the glass door
and walks down the street, across the road, and into a pub
called the Metro. Fergus follows.



INT. METRO - EVENING.

Half full, with an after-work crowd. Dil makes her way
through it.

BARMAN
Hi, Dil

DIL
Hiya, hon.

She sits down at the bar. Fergus comes toward the bar and
takes a seat.

BARMAN
What'll it be?

FERGUS
A bottle of Guinness.

Dil, looking at Fergus.

DIL
See that, Col?

COL
See what, Dil?

DIL
He gave me a look.

COL
Did he?

Fergus blushes. He buries himself in his drink.

DIL
Just cut his hair, you know.

COL
Yeah?

DIL
What you think?

COL
Nice.

Fergus throws his eyes toward her again. She has her face
turned away, but sees him in the mirror.

DIL
There, he did it again.





COL
Saw that one.

DIL
What would you call it?

COL
Now, that was a look.

She eyes Fergus in the mirror.

DIL
Ask him to ask me what I'm drinking.

The barman, with infinite weariness, approaches Fergus.

COL
She wants to know do you want to know
what she's drinking.

Fergus is about to talk when she pipes up.

DIL
A margarita.

The barman mixes it. She stares at the mirror, staring at
Fergus, who is trying to avoid her eyes. The barman hands her
the drink.

DIL
Now he can look.... Ask him does he like
his hair, Col.

COL
She wants to know, sir, do you like your
hair.

FERGUS
Tell her I'm very happy with it.

DIL
He's Scottish, Col.

COL
Scottish?

FERGUS
Yeah.

DIL
What'd he say, Col?


COL
He agreed that he was.

DIL
What do you think his name is?

COL
I've no thoughts on the subject.

FERGUS
Jimmy.

DIL
Jimmy?

COL
That's what he said. Jimmy.

DIL
Hi, Jimmy.

FERGUS
Hiya, Dil

A burly man sits down beside her. He puts his hand on her
knee.

MAN
Sing the song, Dil --

She slaps the hand away.



EXT. METRO - NIGHT.

Fergus, standing across the road from the pub. He is
sweating. Dil comes out of the pub. She looks this way and
that, as if searching for Fergus. Fergus stands back into a
shadow.

Dave, the burly man, comes out. He grabs her by the elbow.
She shrugs him off. She walks off. Dave follows, grabs her by
the elbow again. The sense of an old argument. Dave suddenly
strikes her across the face with his open palm.


She leans her head against a wall. Dave then puts his arms
around her, consoles her.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT.

Dave walking, holding Dil by the arm. The street is
dilapidated, full of squats. They stop outside a door. Dil
opens the door with a key from her purse and they both walk
inside.

Fergus stands there, observing.

A light comes on in an upstairs room. Dil enters; we see her
shadow in silhouette behind the curtain and the shadow of
Dave coming in behind her. He begins to remove her blouse.
She stands absolutely still as he does so.

Fergus backs away, then walks off.

INT. METRO - NIGHT.

It is now crowded with people, black, white, punky and street
chic, a lot of leather. All the women are heavily made-up.
Someone is singing from the tiny stage and rows of cheap
colored bulbs are flashing around it.

From the way Fergus walks through, it is obvious he has never
been here at night. He seems most out of place in his cheap
suit, making his way through the crowd to the bar.

AT THE BAR.
Fergus looks through the odd crowd, but can't find Dil. Col,
the barman, sees him and smiles.

COL
So can we consider you a regular, sir?

FERGUS
Is that good or bad?

COL
Well, you get to say, The usual, Col.
Things like that.

Col pushes a colored cocktail with one of those Japanese
umbrellas toward him.

COL
So let's call this the usual.

FERGUS
Thanks.

Fergus reaches for his wallet to pay, but Col interrupts.

COL
No, no. It's on me.

Fergus tries to pretend he's familiar with the drink, and by
implication, whatever are the norms of the place. He lifts
the glass to his mouth, but the umbrella keeps getting in the
way
.

COL
Take it out, if you want.

Fergus takes out the umbrella. He holds it in one hand and
drinks with the other.

COL
You came to see her, didn't you?

Fergus shrugs. He takes out a cigarette. A guy in leather to
his left smiles at him.

COL
Something I should tell you. She's --


FERGUS
She's what?

The barman looks up toward the stage.

COL
She's on.

THE JUKEBOX.

A hand presses a button. The needle selects a disk. A song by
Dave Berry, "The Crying Game."

AT THE BAR.

Fergus looks up. Close-up of Dil's hand, as music begins,
making movements to the music. We see Dil, standing on a
stage, swaying slightly. She seems a little drunk. She mimes to the song. She mouths the words so perfectly and the voice on the song is so feminine that there is no way of knowing
who is doing the singing.
The crowd seems to know this act. They cheer, whether out of
approval or derision we can't be sure.

Fergus watching.

Dil singing, noticing him. She comes to the end of the song.
The crowd cheers.

Fergus, watching her make her way through the crowded bar,
toward him.

DIL
He's still looking, Col.

COL
Persistent.

DIL
Good thing in a man.

COL
An excellent quality.

DIL
Maybe he wants something.

COL
I would expect he does.


DIL
Ask him.

COL
Ask him yourself.

She looks at Fergus directly, sits down next to him.

DIL
So tell me.

Fergus says nothing. He shrugs.

DIL
Everybody wants something.

FERGUS
Not me.

DIL
Not you. How quaint. How old-fashioned
and quaint. Isn't it, Col?

Col shrugs.

DIL
You old-fashioned?

FERGUS
Must be.



approach- podchodzić
approval- aprobata
basin- umywalka
blush- czerwienić się, rumienić się
burly- zwalisty, masywny
cheer- wznosić okrzyki, dopingować
chicszykowny
console- pocieszać
derision- drwina, wyszydzanie
dilapidated- zaniedbany
directly- prosto, bezpośrednio
duck into- nurkować
emerge- wyłaniać się, pojawiać się
eye- patrzeć, przypatrywać się
familiar with- zaznajomiany z
fiddle (with)- bawić się bezmyślnie
flash- migać, zabłysnąć
gesture- robić gest
get in the way- zawadzać, przeszkadzać
grab- złapać
hand- wręczać
imitate- naśladować, imitować
implication- implikacja
in a way- w pewnym sensie
in particular- w szczególności
infinite- nieskończony
interrupt- przerywać
It's on me- ja stawiam
knead- ugniatać (jak ciasto)
make one’s way (through)- przepychać się, torować sobie drogę
mime- wyrażać za pomocą gestów i mimiki
mouth- poruszać ustami nie wydając głosu
old-fashioned- staroświecki
out of place- nie na miejscu
palm- dłoń
persistent- wytrwały, stały, uporczywy
ping- brzęk
pipe up- śpiewać, nucić; załkać
punky-w stylu punk
quaint- interesujący, oryginalny
raunchy- seksowny
recommend- polecać
regular (guest)- stały klient
scalp- skóra na głowie
shrug off- ignorować
shrug- wzruszać ramionami
silhouette- zarys, sylwetka
slap- uderzyć, spoliczkować
slightly- troszeczkę
smock- kitel
stare- gapić się, wpatrywać
stockbroker- makler giełdowy
strike- uderzyć
stub out- zgasić, zdusić (niedopałek)
sway- kołysać się
sweat- pocić się
tiny- mały
treacle- syrop, melasa
trim- przystrzyc; przystrzyżenie
weariness- zmęczenie


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