peel off each others clothes;
kissing bare flesh as it is exposed to the sun. Cathy helps
him unhook her bra, their lips join in passion.
JOHN
Its true.
CATHY
What?
JOHN
Everything DOES taste like chicken.
John moves his hand under her skirt, glides the panties slowly
down Cathys legs. She takes his hand and guides it back
under her skirt. The skirt gets in the way, she removes it.
They begin to
potato salad, rolls and butter, wine and
coffee.
SYLVIE
When you start to eat like this something
is the matter.
No answer from REGGIE. SYLVIE begins reading a magazine
as REGGIE continues eating.
REGGIE
Sylvie -- Im getting a divorce.
SYLVIE
alors! From Charles?
REGGIE
Hes the only husband Ive got. I tried
to make it work, I really have -- but --
SYLVIE
But what?
REGGIE
I dont know
potato
salad as a plump and pretty middle-aged woman (HELEN
GREENING) pulls him into a bear hug, planting a kiss on
him.
HELEN
Mmmmmm-glimmmeee-kisss! Im so
proud of you! What the hell took
you so long?
MIKE
Hey, dont ask me. Ask the man who
put in the good word.
ANGLE ON T.J. GREENING, Helens husband, Mikes best
friend. Hes forty, stocky, looks up, horsing around with
some of the kids in the nex
peeling walls of the house,
which is evidently an old one and in bad decay. A cat scuttles swiftly between
their bare legs, as they reach the salon door.
The Valet tries the handle. It is locked. Behind it the voice goes on, rising in
volume.
OLD SALIERI
Show some mercy! I beg you. I beg you! Show mercy to a guilty
man!
The Valet knocks gently on the door. The voice stops.
VALET
Open the door, Si
Potatoes, sir. Potatoes.
- All right.
No-- No offence, madam.
No offence.
All right, boys.
When youre finished here,
you can go and clean up in the kitchen.
I left some table scraps
in there for your supper.
Oh, yes, and, boys...
last night you forgot
to put out the lantern!
If you forget that again,
therell be no table scraps for a week!
Youre standing on my ear.
Easy. Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Easy, Ri