INT. SHOWROOM/BATHROOM - NIGHT. 6
Cut to:
Man holding a shower radio up to the woman who is still sitting in the bath, behind the screen door. The radio is playing static, ghost noise.
MAN:
It’s not quite up to the job but
I’m hoping the gesture still
counts?
The Woman ignores him.
MAN: (CONT’D)
Look please don’t take it
seriously. It was nothing.
The woman is silent. The man walks over and sits on the
toilet next to the bath.
MAN: (CONT’D)
Come on, can we just forget I said
anything? We’ve had a laugh haven’t
we?
The woman remains unresponsive.
MAN: (CONT’D)
(Sighing)
Look, I’m trying. Give me
something! Come on we’ll laugh
about this one day. What a story
to tell the kids, eh?
WOMAN:
(Sighs. To self)
We were doing so well.
MAN:
(Laughs)
What?
The Woman begins to climb out of the bath.
WOMAN:
Oh, it’s such a pity. I had high
hopes for this one.
Man laughs awkwardly.
WOMAN: (CONT’D)
I thought he had it all: the looks,
the charm... But he was just like
all the rest. Trying to leave me.
MAN:
The fuck are you talking about?
WOMAN:
But he couldn’t, he couldn’t this
time. Yet he still managed to ruin
it. Mummy’s going to be so
disappointed.
The Woman walks past him and, facing away, she pulls a key
out of her bra.
WOMAN: (CONT’D)
Never mind, there’s always next
time.
She crosses the showroom and reaches the main door. The Man
soon follows. The Woman appears to be staring outside.
Suddenly, the click of the door opening sets off an alarm,
and the woman steps outside. The Man is confused, and rushes
towards the door as the Woman locks it. With the alarm still
ringing, the man is stunned and watches her walk away.
Cut to black.
THE END.

